Chapter 97: Princes of Raxuvia
She shivered, clutching her coat as tightly to her body as she could. Her eyes darted left and right, and once she was sure that there was no one tailing her this time, she pushed the door open and entered as instructed.
The inn was fairly boisterous. There were all sorts of people partying and laughing, mugs of ale in their hands and joyous smiles on their lips. Various dishes and foods were laid out across the banquet-style long tables, with the patrons gathered around, laughing and chattering amongst themselves.
However, she paid them no mind. Her eyes went straight to the back of the inn where two hooded men sat. Instead of joining the others at the larger tables, the seats they hogged were around a small round table in the far corner, one of the few available, meant for private, smaller groups.
Her footsteps hastened as she charged straight for that table, ignoring the other patrons as they drunkenly swayed on their feet.
"I need a stone," she said, immediately slamming her palms on the round table the moment she reached it, causing the mugs and plates to jump slightly off the surface of the table. One man calmly continued to eat while the other looked up. Underneath his hood was a handsome smile.
"My my," he said with a tut, "Elinora, where are your manners? I see the days spent with the commoner have turned you into a brute of equal stature. Where’s all the Wynsler grace and poise you’ve always prided yourself in?"
She merely glared at him before cocking her head to one side.
"Would you rather I announce it to the entire pub?" she said, taunting. "Or perhaps even the people residing in the inn upstairs should know."
"Go ahead," the man said. "I will simply have to kill them all. Not a big deal for a morning’s exercise."