Garath suppressed a sigh. The perils of not using practiced spells...But, it should do well enough.
While the innkeeper kept the remaining guard occupied, Garath smiled wryly at Wendella, speaking quietly without whispering.
"It seems tonight is not my night...And when the rest of the guards arrive, that innkeeper, well..." Garath shrugged sadly. "Anywhere we can lay low for a few days? I have a cabin on a nice, fast Northerner ship, but we need to last that long."
Wendella hesitated, but looked at the bones and shuddered.
"Are you afraid of ghosts?"
Garath smiled coldly. She flinched a little, but shook her head.
"There is an old fortress..."
"Perfect. Let's go..."
The two made their way purposefully but unhurriedly out of the kitchen door, pausing only to grab a few loaves of bread.
