The orphan heard the voice behind her and turned around. It was the dark-haired woman of the common room, she with the parchment and quill.
“Yes, indeed, you may speak with me all you wish,” said Willofain. “But I am new to the inn and to my duties. I would not like to prove tardy on my first day. If you have a mount in the stables or corral, you could come with me there. Or we could talk later, in the common room or elsewhere. What is your pleasure, Miss? And may I know your name? Mine is Willofain.”
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