The Carriage stopped outside a tavern.
"This should be exactly what you're looking for."
As he listened to the Coachman, Annan studied the tavern's weathered exterior.
Klein paid the fare and pushed the door open, shutting out the looks from everyone inside.
An Elite was not someone to mess with, and even Mages were reluctant to cross a Heavy Knight. Especially one followed by a Mage and an Eternal Water Elemental.
Only the women kept their eyes fixed on the boy as he walked to the counter, their gazes hot with longing. One woman even thought that if he was willing, she would pay him.
Annan was about to book two rooms, but Klein thought a wall between them would interfere with her senses, so they took the largest guest room.
"And a bucket of hot water."
"No need."
Just as Annan wondered how Klein would wash, the glow of a Cleaning Spell flashed across her armor.
Well, for Klein, bathing was only a matter of peace of mind.
"And two servings of Istrat's local specialties."
With that, Annan sent Lemon to find a seat while he and Klein went upstairs to inspect the room.
The largest guest room was spacious indeed. It could have held several more Kleins in heavy armor with room to spare.
When they returned downstairs, they found Lemon had taken control of a customer by force.
"Sorry... my Water Elemental isn't very bright."
Realizing Lemon had caused trouble, Annan hurried over to apologize.
Faced with such a sincere Elite Spellcaster, the customer could only give a wry smile and say it was fine. When his friend came over a little later, he recounted what had happened as though it were a Legendary tale.
Annan and Klein sat in a corner with Lemon, and a server