(I Can't Think Of A Good Name)

Chapter 8: Truth

Dion and Lia finally arrive at their inn. It was an inn that was rather well known in those parts of the capital. Dion had heard of its name from Red.

As they walked into the inn, they were greeted by the sight of customers and waiters.

"How may I help you, sir?"

A waiter came up to them and asked.

"I had heard this was an inn, and so I came to book a room for two."

"Well, you heard right , sir! We are a restaurant and an inn. On one hand, we serve food to our customers and on the other we provide them a place to stay. Its the reason our place became renowned after all."

Dion understood that it was comvenience that made this inn famous.

They booked a room to lodge for the night and decided to have their dinner there as well.

After bathing and changing into a different set of clothes, they went down to the restaurant to eat.

"Hey, Dion."

Dion turned towards the voice calling out to him. It was a man with bright red hair with a gentlemanly smile on his face.

Dion could see a smile on Red's face, but he could instantly tell that it wasn't a smile of happiness but rather a smile of irritation.

"Ah Dion, how was the meeting?"

"It went quite well."

"Ahhhh, that's good to hear , Dion."

"Red... are you still mad about this afternoon?"

"Mad? Me? Not at all, I'm perfectly jolly right now!"

Dion started feeling goosebumps crawling on his skin.

"Well, I'll leave that up to you Red."

Dion patted Red's shoulder in an attempt to pass by him. But Red wasn't about to let him go this easily. No, he wanted Dion to pay.

Red once again blocked Dion from going down the stairs.

Dion sighed.

"What do you want Red."

He bluntly asked.

"What I want? Well, Sir Dion, I'm sure you need another ride home tomorrow yes?"

".....yes."

"Well, including the losses from our previous trip, the price is about 100 gold!"

Red had a pure and joyful smile on his face as he put out an absurd price.

Cold sweat dripped from Dion's face. The price was too high for a trip back. However he couldn't refuse as Red was his only trusted carrier.

He racked his head on methods to lower the price.

"How about 90 gold instead?"

Dion suggested in desperation.

"I see you don't need my help returning, I guess my job is done here."

Red prepared to go down the stairs when Dion held him back.

Pain could be seen in Dion's eyes as he took out his gold.

"Alright...fine, I agree to the 100 gold price."

He reluctantly agreed to Red's demands with a sour face.

Dion could see Red's face shine brighter as he looked through the bag of gold.

"Well , the deal is done! We'll set off tomorrow!"