The Innkeeper Takes Pity on Her

“Not going to buy anything?” the innkeeper asked. He was a slightly older gentleman with a bald head and a muttonstache. "Do you need a room for the night?"

“Sorry, sir, I- I have no money.” Samia was on the verge of tears. She’d spent almost all she had tracking down the Shadow Blades, then she’d left Vernia with nothing but some new clothes.

“Thought so.” He sighed. “Well, there’s a room in the back with a rug you can sleep on. I can't let a young lady sleep rough, not in weather like this.”

Her eyes widened and her lips rose into a smile. He’d been the first kind person she’d met in weeks. “Thank you.”

“I’ll fix you some food as well.”

With a full stomach and a floor to sleep on, Samia was content. She slept well, knowing she was catching up to Lexo and Reynaldo. Though she had no idea what she’d do when she found them.