Talking the talk, Walking the walk

---- Dalen Capital, Gularzob's Shop. Midish-afternoon, 0 DSTR ----

It didn’t take a genius to pick up on the disapproval that seeped from Artem’s disposition. Turning away from him, she rolled her eyes to herself, and squared her shoulders. Money wasn’t of high concern to her. She knew the lay of the land when it came to people with recognizable names, and she had one. At least, the person she took on truly existed- just not in this Kingdom.

Walking towards the establishment that they would hope to stay in, she turned towards him as he spoke. “I don’t think we will need to pay up front. I stole my sister’s identity,” Winifred looked away from Artem in hopes to avoid a possible judgmental look. “We can bill it to her. She will pay it because, well, she can’t keep her purse closed if she tried. Most likely she won’t even see the bill. She has merchants that pay off her debt in different countries so she can avoid the tedious task.”

Her lips pursed into a smile at the reminder of owing him a meal. “Maybe at the end of all this, a home cooked meal, one of proper balance, will pay off my debt to you.” Looking sideways at him through her lashes, Winifred cleared her throat and looked up at the Inn.

“You can stay here if you’d like while I sort out the arrangements,” Winifred gestured towards the road that was most traveled by.