They take shelter from the storm

They walked along the streets of Oakshield wordlessly. Will could smell Silenya's earthy perfume, it was almost a bit spicy; the scent was heady and made Will's head spin. Watching her, he almost stepped out of Sileny's protective bubble when she stopped in front of a building painted yellow. It was an Inn called the The Gliding Horse.

How fitting for Silenya to stay here. I would ride her like a...

Will's thoughts paused when Silenya glared at him, her smile suddenly gone. "Come, I don't intend to maintain this spell any longer than I have to. Not that you would mind being in the storm." With that she opened the door and strode inside. The bubble vanished.

It was uncommon for bricks to be painted in Tourend, the paint washed off too easily due to the storms and was a nightmare to maintain. A painted building usually meant that a lot of money. Even the guild only painted the front and left the rest of the building as bare mortar and stone. The Gliding Horse was certainly a nice inn, there was a large common room with decadent smells of a variety of meats and cheeses, stews and steaming plates of vegetables sat in front of many of the patrons.

"Ahh Mistress Al'Thane, welcome back. I hope your quest went well. There is a letter for you, I've slipped it underneath the door of your room." The Innkeeper of The Gliding Horse was a rotund man with only a few wisps of hair left and a long oiled moustache that clearly had taken years to grow. He looked quite the odd fellow but was clearly very friendly and wealthy enough to own an inn like this in Oakshield.

"The quest was trivial today Master Shaltor, you are too kind. Can I ask for a bath to be drawn and brought up to my rooms, my companion here will also be needing one, as well as some fresh clothes, anything will do." Silenya had already started for the stairs which must have led up to her room.

Will went to follow her but was pulled back by Master Shaltor. "The mens baths are shared and are this way Young Master..."

"Helma, you can just call me Will though Master Shaltor."

"Will. Once you're finished Master Shaltor will show you up to my rooms, we have much to discuss." With that Silenya turned and her dress did a perfect swirl that showed just a little bit of those perfect legs. She glided up the stairs as if each step wasn't even there.

"Uhh, This way Master Helma." The innkeeper tugged at Will's wet sleeve, snapping him back to reality.