Black Water

Chapter 4

Disappointed that I don't have a reason to clean my knife, I make my way to Griffin's room. Since the storage is right beside the stairs I don't have to pass the inn keeper again but a small glance in her direction shows that she is still staring at the door wide eyed and gaping like a fish. With a small smirk I turn and pad softly up the stairs. Once I reach Griffin's door I bring my fist up and knock trice rapidly. He greets me at the door with a worried smile. He must still feel guilty about earlier.

"You're a feckin' eejit, you know that? I'm not mad about earlier so you shouldn't feel guilty about it." I tell him and he grins.

Remembering what I came here to tell him I push past him and into the cramped room. Looking around and realizing that there are no chairs in the room I take a seat at the edge of the bed and pat the spot next to me for him to come and sit down. He slowly and cautiously crosses the room to me and sits down.

"What's the matter?" He asks me.

I tell him everything from the men staring to me threatening the man in the storage space to the information that he gave. When I finish he simply nods, his eyebrows furrowed in thought.

"We've got to go to the market." He states after a while.

"What for?" I inquire.

"You'll see."

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"Oh no no no." I tell him shaking my head furiously.

"Oh yes yes yes." He says mimicking my tone.

We are looking at some farmer's clothing that he has chosen. His is a pair of worn brown pants with a faded dark green shirt. Mine is a matching green dress with a dark brown apron.

"There is no way I am wearing that." I spit sneering at the ugly getup.

"Aoife, be reasonable" He pouts, "We'll never be let in if we wear our own clothes."

"Fine." I sigh.

Sorry this was so short guys, I just have no idea what to write.