Contemplations
She jumped slightly at the unexpected voice beside her. She looked down at the coins he'd left beside her, but when she looked back up to him he was gone. Shrugging slightly, she slipped the coins in a pocket on her apron and stood to go back inside.
Stepping inside, she noticed the look on Silas' face - not so much a grim look, but one devoid of emotion. Noting the stranger standing before him, she figured it was best to leave them to their business. She good-naturedly shooed the last of the customers out the door and set about cleaning the tables, occasionally casting furtive glances to Silas and the stranger.
She finished wiping down the tables and went to pour herself a mug of ale. She bid Silas a good night, casting one last glance at the dark stranger before heading to the small back room where she stayed. Hanging her apron on a nail on the door, she pulled her clothes for the next day out of a small trunk at the foot of her bed. Sitting on the bed, she muttered a small cantrip and watched frost form on the pewter mug. Sipping the cold ale, she wondered who this stranger was and what he wanted with Silas.
He'd been almost like a father to her since she returned to Gothwaite. Knowing she was short on coin and having a difficult time on her own, he'd offered her the job and the place to stay. Over time she learned more about him - one of the few people to actually retire from the Guild of Shadows, he'd never allowed himself the luxury of a family. Though young and in many ways still naive to the ways of the world, Caelynn knew enough to know that even retired, Silas was never fully separated from the guild.
Draining her mug, she quickly undressed and got in bed, hoping all was well with Silas and the stranger.
Stepping inside, she noticed the look on Silas' face - not so much a grim look, but one devoid of emotion. Noting the stranger standing before him, she figured it was best to leave them to their business. She good-naturedly shooed the last of the customers out the door and set about cleaning the tables, occasionally casting furtive glances to Silas and the stranger.
She finished wiping down the tables and went to pour herself a mug of ale. She bid Silas a good night, casting one last glance at the dark stranger before heading to the small back room where she stayed. Hanging her apron on a nail on the door, she pulled her clothes for the next day out of a small trunk at the foot of her bed. Sitting on the bed, she muttered a small cantrip and watched frost form on the pewter mug. Sipping the cold ale, she wondered who this stranger was and what he wanted with Silas.
He'd been almost like a father to her since she returned to Gothwaite. Knowing she was short on coin and having a difficult time on her own, he'd offered her the job and the place to stay. Over time she learned more about him - one of the few people to actually retire from the Guild of Shadows, he'd never allowed himself the luxury of a family. Though young and in many ways still naive to the ways of the world, Caelynn knew enough to know that even retired, Silas was never fully separated from the guild.
Draining her mug, she quickly undressed and got in bed, hoping all was well with Silas and the stranger.
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