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

[b]Inn in Askavi:[/b]

Vaclav narrowed his eyes at the husband’s answer. Ashkevron Residence, huh, he thought to himself. If the rumors were true, there was a powerful healer and black widow residing there. However, Vaclav didn’t understand why the innkeeper would want him to take the old Eyrien there. He doubted that even the widow could heal a broken mind of an old woman stripped of her jewels.  

Deciding not to give it anymore thought- he was tired and the innkeep was clearly not in any mood to talk further- he took a sip from one of the tankards of ale bequeath to him as he walked over to where Artemis sat. His pace quickening as he noticed her stiffening at something the old woman said.

Artemis glanced down at the woman’s hand touching her and frowned. Maybe she was just tired and reading too much into old Eyrien’s words, but they reminded her of Black Widows and the webs that they weaved. She thought of how Dorothea had changed the public view of Widows so most of them couldn’t practice their craft without public persecution. 

A light tap on the shoulder brought Artemis out of her revere. She looked up to see Vaclav smiling at her with worried eyes. 

“Everything alright?” he asked to which she shook her head.

“Just tired.” Artemis could see that he didn’t believe her but rather than pressing, he changed the topic instead.

“We’ve got a room for the night but we’re taking Grandmother to the Ashkevron Residence as a favor.” 

Artemis raised her eyebrow. “And what deal did you get out of that?” She knew her friend would not have agreed had it benefited him somehow.

Vaclav rolled his eyes. “A good one. Let’s go to bed. I want to leave early in the morning.”

At the mention of sleep, Artemis couldn’t help but yawn. She stood up and follow Vaclav to their room, hoping for a good night’s rest.