Third Person's POV
As they entered the insides of the inn, the space widened into what looked like a small, rustic tavern.
A few round tables were scattered around, most empty, and in one corner stood a tall woman cleaning a cup behind the wooden counter.
She wore glasses that slid low on her nose, and her pale skin, along with her subtle aura of elegance, made it clear she was no ordinary barkeep.
When her gaze found Virelle, her face broke into a wide smile, and she offered a graceful nod of recognition.
But then her eyes drifted to Ethan, and something like surprise briefly crossed her features. It wasn't just that he was unfamiliar, but the fact that he was a little unexpected and unknown.
Clearly, she was trying to place him and likely filtering through memories of vampire nobles and notable lineages she knew, but failing to place Ethan among them.
Just then, a cheerful voice called out from the back of the room.
"Virelle! Here… come over! I was just waiting for you!"
