Sugar Hollow

The innkeeper turned away, rolling his eyes. Oh, this woman would be a wonderful client. He couldn't wait. There was no way at all she'd be demanding or anything.

"Alright, ma'am. Right this way, I'll show you to your room. Hopefully it'll be...luxurious enough for you. You're in number four."

He led her upstairs to the rooms, and unlocked Room #4. Inside, there was a small desk, a cozy-looking bed, and a window with a nice view of the town. Another door revealed a small bathroom with a bathtub. Overall, the room was fairly decent, if small.

"The cistern is full, and we've got a heating system installed, so you should be able to get a hot bath if you want. The fee is four silver coins per night. If you need anything else, I'll be downstairs."

Handing her the key, the innkeep headed back down. He had the feeling that he'd be hearing from her pretty shortly.

The Priest took a seat upon the couch once more golden hues settling on Waltz through the thin veil which covered his face almost in anticipation as the male sample the tea. It had a very delicate yet distinct taste the scent of Jasmine infused within the brew. Slowly, lifting his own cup to his lips; the surface broke into tiny ripples as he blew a stream of cool air to cool the liquid – steam brushing lightly against either cheek. He inhaled the scent momentarily before taking a small sip. Silently agreeing with Waltz; as tea was a good way to start any morning regardless if they had been drinking.

“It’s produced by the Brothers of the Southern Monastery, located somewhere high in the mountains with the order monks tending the fields.”

Surely it was the most valuable thing that the priest had on him – worth its weight in gold. He took another sip.

“She seems a woman of refined taste, perhaps she would like a sample?” He inquired as peering at Waltz over the rim of his cup. Comforts of Home. If there was one thing that the High Priest Missed about the Grand Cathedral it was his own morning ritual where he had access to wide selection of tea as well as various selections of food which the Grand Cathedral never seemed to lack.

    "Both, please," he said, the smell of the cherry pies a delicious and exotic aroma to him. He wondered what the source of such a smell must taste like. He undid the fastener for his straw cloak, removing what was a very bulky travel garment that was closer to a blanket than a jacket. Outside, the wide travel cloak had hidden flawlessly the slightly tattered hilt of a katana and the protrusion of its scabbard from the curious eyes of the townsfolk. The blade had been held just before his left hip by a wide black sash, and he slid the sword from his side and placed both it and the cloak to lean upon the bar just at the foot of his stool.
    "Thank you for your hospitality."

    "Thank you very much," the boy says, his voice grateful but solemn. The food looks delicious, and he is happy to pay for it all, including the pie. New experiences were what kept the road worth walking, after all.

    He begins to eat quietly while awaiting his dessert, the warmth of the stew very welcome in his belly.

    "Yes. Of course." He agreed, not mentioning that he hadn't tried such a delicacy before. He had an excuse to try dessert first. He smiled, and didn't bother to eat the food in the order in which it was intended. The soup, he figured, could wait. Bright, exotic notes of fruitiness and a sweetness that seemed to pleasantly coat the taste buds meant this was instantly a favorite when he took his first bite. Rarely did he ever have a chance to eat sweets such as this, and his tired body found the sugar quite invigorating.

Toli watches the shop keep waltz into the back to get his socks, turning in time to see the mortified girl run away. This means he sees the boot flying towards him. Raising an arm he bats the ones aimed at his face aside, though a few crash into his powerful chest to no effect. "Limi, temper." The larger Wulfric cautions his little brother eyeing him severely. "You are damaging the nice man's merchandise." 

To hell with him. The last thing he needed was to be chastised by the likes of HIM... and now the shop keeper was upset. His scowl deepening, Fedlimid huffs out heavily and would turn on his heel to make tracks to the door - looking to get the hell out and away from his brother without a word.

Xin walked along Sione as they came cross the village following closely though it was unclear who was leading who. Barred feet pressing softly against the ground carried the boy noiselessly across the lightly shaded path. Cloak billowing about his ankles dragging partially upon the ground behind him like a dark mist- the cloth appeared be too large for the child though somehow did not impede his movement but rather flowed out behind him seeming to hover across the ground in pools of black. It also somewhat concealed the thin frame beneath. His hood had been drawn allowing silver locks of hair to spill across either cheek brushing just above his shoulders. A single silver orb seemed to glow from beneath the darkness of a mask as he slowly took in his surrounding. Quaint. It seemed a rather appropriate description of the town and his gaze fell particularly on the various trees which seemed ripe with fruit; with any luck they would indeed chance upon a bakery. He pondered a moment; on which they should visit first. ”I think we should check into an INN first maybe we could stay here for a little while.” He suggested they would need at least that long for him to get more orbs casts as well as restock his own dwindling supplied and though he had less than when he started the pack which he carried over his shoulders felt decidedly more heavy- it would have been nice to leave it in a room for a while why they explored the rest of the town and it seemed a -welcoming- enough place that they might just stick around for a while.