[The man nods in approval before looking back at Takame and Rose. Rose feels a shiver down her spine, as she makes eye contact with the innkeeper. There’s a red tinge to his eyes that feels...unnatural.]
Yes. One room or two?
[The innkeeper looks at Takame with a smile that doesn’t quite stretch to his eyes, and Rose crosses her arms in agitation. Something about the air here feels off, but she can’t put her finger on what it is.]
[Courtesy would dictate that she give Takame time to think it over and offer his input, but she’s tired. Tired and on edge. Without missing a beat, she responds.]
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Yes. One room or two?
[The innkeeper looks at Takame with a smile that doesn’t quite stretch to his eyes, and Rose crosses her arms in agitation. Something about the air here feels off, but she can’t put her finger on what it is.]
[Courtesy would dictate that she give Takame time to think it over and offer his input, but she’s tired. Tired and on edge. Without missing a beat, she responds.]
One room should be fine.