"Ohh, quite a young couple we have here," The innkeeper said with a teasing smile, eyes twinkling as she closed her book. She looked just as a normal middle aged lady.
Selena visibly stiffened at the comment, her cheeks twitching faintly.
"We're just travelers," Luca replied smoothly, offering a polite smile and nudging Selena slightly with his elbow to play along.
"Of course, of course," the innkeeper chuckled. "You wouldn't believe how many 'just travelers' come in pairs around this time of year. You're lucky though—we've still got a room left on the second floor. Fresh sheets, good view of the town square, and no rats. Promise."
Luca reached into his pouch and placed two silver coins on the counter. "We'll take it. Just for the night."
The woman nodded and slid over a worn key. "Room 7. You'll find it up the stairs and to the right. And if you get hungry later, we serve stew till the bell tolls ten."
