Oriah was worried at first at the courier's insistence. Getting knocked down and pummeled was as good a reason as any to take it easy, but Xira was determined to finish his mission on his own, and she could not help but respect him for it.
At his apology, she shook her head and waved his concerns away. "It was a stroke of good fortunate that we had been walking together, don't you think? Those thieves would've followed you one way or the other. I believe there was a purpose in it, and therefore you should not be sorry. We are alive and well--mostly, so there is nothing to regret."
With a smile, Oriah took his proffered arm and they walked side by side once more, this time in the correct direction. She made sure not to bump into him or jostle too much. He had to be in all kinds of pain, though he bore it well enough.
Much sooner they expected, the pair reached the White Swan Inn and stepped into its elegant interior. Oriah sighed at the beauty of such a place. If there was one thing about proper society she could appreciate, it was a solid roof, baths, and a soft bed. Ohh, bed. The very thought made her mind reel with longing. How long had it been since she'd slept on anything but wooden planks and hard, cold earth?
The Benshira looked at Xira in anticipation, wondering who his client was and how a courier went about conducting himself in such a profession. "Is your client here?" she whispered as the innkeepers and a few patrons noted their entrance.
