Getting careless

Artem was already more the halfway through his meal when she about what he though it must be like running this inn. He shrugged a little and answered, still chewing on some egg “I guess, but then again I don’t know anything about running an inn”.

Before he answered her last question, he made sure his plate was all empty. He leaned back in the chair with a satisfied sigh and smiled a little at her “I don’t know. She had one of her personal maids to contact me. I guess she did it because she knew her daughter had run off to Dalen and then the royal guard wouldn’t be able to follow her. To put it short; she needed someone like me”. After having spent a night with her and having a meal like this he really was letting his guards down.

He then looked at the plate in front of her and noticed she almost hadn’t touched it “Why aren’t you eating anything? Aren’t you hungry?”.