Part 1
After her first nightmare free sleep in over a century, Rebecca went downstairs early in the morning, before the rest of the party had even begun to stir from their sleep. The Innkeeper was apparently caught off guard by someone being awake so early, as he was fast asleep in one of the many lounge chairs near the fireplace. Rebecca slowly, but most importantly quietly, walked over to the Innkeeper and sat in a chair across from him and observed him in silence for several minutes.
She noted how he’s never aged a day in all the years she’s known him, despite being clearly middle aged at best. Slightly overweight, a graying head of hair, and nearly white mutton chops, he was the quintessential innkeeper of the ages. Despite his looks however, he was no slouch when it came to strength, as she had personally witnessed him picking up nearly a dozen kegs of ale at a time when he thought nobody was watching. Eventually he stirred, as if he felt someone was watching him, and opened one eye.
“Rebecca, it’s rude to stare at sleeping people.” He said wryly, slowly sitting up and opening the other eye.
“I need a favour, old man.” Rebecca said softly. “I need to get to Point Thoryn in a bit of a hurry.”
“You’re no spring chicken yourself, Miss Montague.” The Innkeeper responded. “Well over 150 now if I recollect?”
“Perhaps.” Rebecca said wistfully. “Perhaps. Innkeeper, I’m calling in my favour with King Zarfangal.”
That got his attention. He sat up properly, no longer slouching. “You of all people are owed a favour by the Dragon King himself?”
“Lots of people even more powerful than him owe me all kinds of favours…” Rebecca paused and looked around. Seeing, and importantly, feeling nobody else present, she leaned closer and whispered the final word. “...Vaust.”
Vaust frowned. Did everyone know who he was at this point? What’s the point of a disguise?
“Don’t give me that look old man. Nobody told me. Being constantly accosted by the Gods and other immortal meances at your inn is how I figured out. Back to my request. King Zarfangal.”
Vaust simply nodded. If she knew who he was, she knew how to get the Dragon King here. He snapped his fingers and shooed her off back to her room. There was no hurrying the sheer number of coincidences that would be required for Zarfangal to actually visit the Inn in person, nevermind the ones required for him to stay long enough to speak with Vaust.
“Nosy little bitch.” Vaust whispered after she was gone. He was quite glad she was mortal now, but now she had leverage over him in a way he couldn’t deal with on his own, as he could already feel Eigengrau glaring daggers at him.