Gently setting his love down upon the inn's bed, he began to take off his clothing, move to grab some more comfortable smallclothes. He hoped to simply sleep, and forget about whatever she had planned. It was sinister, and he knew it. 

He was a bit peckish, but starving for an evening was still a preferable alternative. A soft sigh escaped his lips as he pulled the blankets back and over himself and Rhy...