( The venture to Hayle is turning out to be the distraction Urianger sorely needs. While there'd been a little initial hesitance on his part, the prospect of learning about a new pocket history, the city's academic culture, and various exhibits of Abraxan tarot had been more than enough to warm him to the trip. The prospect of adding another deck to his collection ...
It's enticing, to say the least.
Still, there's the matter of getting settled before he can step out to explore the city proper. The inn is both busy and tidy β a sure sign of a well-run establishment β and when he arrives at his room it doesn't occur to him to knock on the off-chance it's already occupied. He's had fairly good luck with private accommodation in the past, but this time it would seem as though his luck has quite run out. )
Ahβ
( He halts abruptly in the doorway, one hand on the knob as he blinks at the woman already standing in the room. Golden eyes flit to the door to check the number β it's correct, yes β before moving back to the occupant, at which point he places a palm against his breast and offers a short bow. )
'Tis I who should apologise. Had my mind not wandered elsewhere, I would have remembered the possibility of my sharing accommodations.
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( The venture to Hayle is turning out to be the distraction Urianger sorely needs. While there'd been a little initial hesitance on his part, the prospect of learning about a new pocket history, the city's academic culture, and various exhibits of Abraxan tarot had been more than enough to warm him to the trip. The prospect of adding another deck to his collection ...
It's enticing, to say the least.
Still, there's the matter of getting settled before he can step out to explore the city proper. The inn is both busy and tidy β a sure sign of a well-run establishment β and when he arrives at his room it doesn't occur to him to knock on the off-chance it's already occupied. He's had fairly good luck with private accommodation in the past, but this time it would seem as though his luck has quite run out. )
Ahβ
( He halts abruptly in the doorway, one hand on the knob as he blinks at the woman already standing in the room. Golden eyes flit to the door to check the number β it's correct, yes β before moving back to the occupant, at which point he places a palm against his breast and offers a short bow. )
'Tis I who should apologise. Had my mind not wandered elsewhere, I would have remembered the possibility of my sharing accommodations.
( A pause. )
This ... is thy room, yes?
( She's not just snooping around? )