"An ale is 3 coppers, sir, but as you are here for a purpose, I think we can let that go unnoticed."
Now why did the Innkeeper do that? Falowik asked himself. What did she want in return? Everybody always wants things in return. As if being here for a purpose was enough reason. The Innkeeper was already walking away as his thoughts circled.
"Will the fare for food go unnoticed too? I doubt it." Falowik shifted his glance at the man called Derufin, the glass of ale still untouched. He liked a good ale but needed to keep his wits about him. Just sit and wait, old man, he said to himself, who was not old by any man's count of years, but when you're alone for as long as Falowik was, you take names to yourself, and start talking to all the selves you find lurking. Old man was one of them, a trusted fellow. Wise in the ways of the world, and of the dangers and difficulties of people. He'd been talking to the Old Man a good bit over the last few days. Sit and wait, old man, and see what this Derufin wants with you.
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