Raul's upper body sagged forward on the creaky cot upon hearing the barkeep's voice, eagerly strolling to the door and receiving the tray with a verbalized note of thanks before he set the tray down.
"I'll be leaving early tomorrow morning, so here." The pouch that had once occupied the corpse just up the cliffside was withdrawn, Raul handing over several shins, which he knew would be more than enough to cover his tenure there. 
"My thanks for the hospitality. It can be...difficult out there." He half turned towards the tray, ready to pounce on nourishment that his body desperately craved, but he stopped, words tumbling out of his mouth:
"The woman who was fixing the light fixture; is she an employee of yours?" It would make sense for Kari to help out, but was this a place of stability for her now? 
"Forgive my prying, but curiosity is a trait that tends to possess me at times." An apologetic smile crossed his lips. 

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The armored woman motioned with her left hand, beckoning the shadows that had remained idle to come forward now, their blades reflecting the slivers of moonlight that pierced through the clouds above. She looked up, noting the almost tremulous gathering with a smirk. It was nice to have someone who could control things like this. 

She looked back at the shadows, pointing at the inn. Their only acknowledgement was to drift, almost glide down the slope, blades forward.