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

Vaclav held in hands out in a gesture of good will. His posture relaxing as he did so. He could tell that the husband felt threatened by this wording and did not want to provoke him into an argument. The last thing Vaclav wanted was to bring more trouble; he has had enough of that for one night. “That would be perfect. We’re just stopping for the night.”

As Vaclav spoke, he could feel the husband’s eyes roam over to where Artemis sat. Instinctively, he moved to block the husbands’ view. Vaclav doubted that the man meant any harm to Artemis, but it was just second nature for him at this point to pull attention away from his friend and on to him. “How much to you charge for the room?”





Artemis smiled at the Eyrian woman and gave a small wave. She watched as the woman mended a tunic, which reminded her how shoddy her sewing abilities are. There have been multiple times where she had tried to mend her clothes or her friends only to make it even worse than before.

She glanced around the inn, wondering who the woman was addressing her words to but seeing that no one besides her was closed, she chanced to ask the Eyrien a question. “Shall not follow what?” asked Artemis softly. Her head cocked in curiosity at the woman’s words. Part of her wondered if the Eyrian woman was just confused; her mind deteriorated with old age or if she was trying to tell her something.