Darkmist

Part 2

Y/N enters through the back door to change into her clothing. Work in the tavern requires a dress, not pants and her hair up on her head. The new apron is stained with spilled food, not soot but the effect is largely the same.

Hurrying into the kitchen, Y/N grabs a tray by the door. "Where do those plates go to?" she asks Rumilda, their cook.

Rumilda is not of Tywll either, but has worked for the Talog's since before Y/N was born. Even so, she is still considered an outsider as well.

"Table under the window," she instructs with a wave. "The traveling couple with the newborn."

Nodding, Y/N pushes open the door with her hip. As she enters the front room, she winces at the noise. Owen was correct – the inn is, indeed, busy tonight. Edging around a table of men playing cards, Y/N reaches the window and sets her plates down.

"Here you go," she says, smiling brightly. The couple voices their thanks, the father gently bouncing a child on his knee. "Is there anything else I can get you?"

"No, no," says the woman, waving her off. "Thank you."

Y/N nods, turning around with her tray to exit the room. Rian is at the bar, a large oaken structure which has stood the test of time. Rian always is the one pouring the drinks – she is best suited as gatekeeper, determining when men should be cut off. Mervin always stands at the front door. He greets guests when they arrive, tallying their bills and determining the price.

On a night as full as this one, Y/N imagines the rooms to be costly. Pushing her way through the crowd, Y/N returns to the kitchen and sets down her tray.

"Lord, the inn is busy," she remarks, already grabbing a plate. "Lots of strangers, too."

Rumilda nods, ladling stew into a bowl. "Quite a few coming through town on their way to the autumnal festival in Dowais. Rian mentioned five alone this morning, though she expects there to be more."

Nodding, Y/N picks back up the tray. "Where is this one going?"

"Table to the right of the fireplace," Rumilda says. "One of the travelers from this morning, just off the road. Well-off, too, so take care not to spill."

"Alright." Y/N is mid-way to the door before her feet falter. "A solo traveler you said?" Wary, she glances over her shoulder. "You're certain?"

Rumilda continues to stir. "Yes, yes, of course. Mervin gave him the best rooms in the inn. Why – Y/N?" Looking up, she squints through the steam. "You seem as if you've seen a ghost."

Dazedly, Y/N pulls herself from her thoughts. "It's nothing," she says, continuing on. "Nothing at all. The table by the fireplace?"

"Yes, that's the one. Hurry, now – someone that wealthy won't be kept waiting long."

Nodding again, Y/N pushes open the door. It swings shut, the noise of the tavern enveloping her smoothly. A solo traveler this morning and wearing finely-made clothes – Y/N cannot help but think of Min Yoongi.

He did say he would be staying in town, and theirs is the only inn in Tywll.

Pushing her way through the crowd, Y/N tries to ignore the pounding beat of her heart. The man asked too many questions about her. Good questions, intelligent questions – ones which gave Y/N pause. Men like that are not to be trusted.

And then, there is the matter of the heat when they touched.

Skirting around the final table, the fireplace comes into view – and Y/N exhales in relief, not recognizing its occupant.