Part 2

Upstairs, the Innkeeper heard the sobs coming from the basement and frowned.

"If only I could help them." he said with a sigh. He turned to the grey-robed woman with raven black hair sitting at his counter. "Go talk to the lass. You call them your children, don’t you? Well right now a child needs her mother down there. She’s been on her own for over a century."

"How much longer are you going to have finished played Innkeeper?" she asked in response.

"As I told you before, as long as it takes." he said, leaning on the counter.

"Very well. We will have to have talked at length, though." she said, floating over to the staircase.

"Wouldn’t miss it for the world!" he called out. He let out a small smile as she descended the staircase. Sometimes she just needed a push, he thought to himself, before going back to mopping the floor. Quiet week he supposed, guess all those thunderstorms were keeping travellers off the road.