SIGRID

As I was buttoning up my pants, Silas returned, and I was grateful he gave me my space.

“Everything alright out there? No trouble?” I asked, sitting at the table.

“No, my lady. Most of the guests have already left or are still asleep,” he replied, about to empty the water from the tub.

“Leave that for the innkeeper. Come eat; I was planning to stay longer, but I can’t. We need to head back today,” I said, not bothering to explain.

I was frustrated; I’d wasted money on something I wasn’t