Chapter 223: Let’s start a rumour, baby
The clerk inside who was manning just the guests coming to stay in the inn looked pale and ill when she saw Cass coming in. She was a were person like Sir Sanders, only she had a cute pair of horns and a soft, squishy nose that made Cass think of some kind of barn animal. A sheep or a goat?
Given how much she was shaking, he was going more towards the sheep suggestion since he had a feeling that anyone who had goat blood was a little more chaotic.
"H-H-Hello." She stuttered upon seeing Cass, and wouldn’t meet his gaze.
"Hello. I’ve been told by my knights that you have some rooms available for us?" He asked and she nodded. There was a long pause, so long that Cass wondered if she’d frozen. "How much are those rooms?" Cass asked and she flinched, her whole face going red as she fumbled, grabbing a book and scanning it.
"U-Um, for our best room it’s two gold coins and for our other rooms it’s-" Cass glanced at Sir Sanders, who had been trusted by Sir Forsythe with Cass’ coin purse and he quickly passed it over to Cass. Cass opened the purse, much to the girl’s confusion, and placed a stack of ten gold coins on the counter. The girl trembled but Cass looked at Lucian.
"Do you want a room?" He asked and Lucian snorted.
"I told you, I can sleep on the roof." He said and Cass narrowed his eyes. He could feel how the others were watching him, and he completely understood. A third of the hero party had just walked into an inn in the capital. Not only that, Lord Blackburn of the rumours was staying in an inn instead of his own home.
He wondered how quickly rumours would spread. He wondered if it would put any pressure on his grandfather? If he wanted to put pressure on his grandfather, he’d have to jazz up the rumours. Cass’ lips twitched as several ideas came to mind.
"Fiona would have my head if you slept on the roof and you didn’t need to. Come on. A room?" Cass prompted and Lucian pouted.
"Why can’t I share the room with you?" He muttered bitterly, pushing his luck. Good for him, but Cass was in the business of starting rumours that would not only enrage his grandfather, but also tell the world that Cass was a sad, neglected man who was frail and missing the love of his family.
"Sure." Cass said, turning back to the girl at the counter and kept the total the same. "We’re hoping to get some meals as well. We’ll take them down here once we’re finished cleaning up, if that’s alright. Will the kitchen still be open then?" Cass asked and watched as she stared at him blankly.