[h2][center][color=Peru]Vaclav Domonkos [/color][/center][/h2][h2][center]&[/center][/h2][h2][center][color=azure]Artemis Fleur[/color][/center][/h2]

The sun was quickly setting and while Vaclav wanted to go for longer, he knew he should stop for the night. Tensions were running high and showing up somewhere in the middle of the night would be ill advised, especially without any prior notice. Spotting the small hostel, Vaclav decided to stop. They could continue their journey in the morning after a nights’ rest. Although, Artemis never voiced it, he had a feeling that her energy was dwindling after all the healing she has done tonight. 

Upon entering the hostel, the Warload could tell that the couple who ran it were suspicious of the folk coming in at such an hour. He wondered if news had already spread of what happened in Dena Nehele. If not, he was sure it would come morning; bad news always seemed to travel quickly through the realm. Vaclav strode over to the hostel owner, putting on his best friendly smile. “Good evening, m’lady,” addressing the healer. “Would you happen to have a spare room for the night?’


Artemis was indeed tired but not so much that she would collapse. She was silently thankful when Vaclav decided to find a hostel to stop for the night. A bed sounded heavenly about now. Smiling and nodding to the healer and her husband, Artemis let Vaclav do the talking while she scanned the room.

The hostel was quite small but well-kept and she could tell that the two put a lot of effort into maintaining it. There were several people in the common room, mostly of them eating and minding their own business. She did however, noticed a woman huddled near the warm hearth. Something drew her to the woman, despite never seeing her before and despite knowing she should just keep to herself for now. Figuring Vaclav could work out their housing situation for the night, Artemis mad her way to the old woman, sitting down across from her.