There's a few stops made while Gabriel looks for someplace suitable to talk to her. The first ended up being a place for clothing where Claudia got stripped of her barely adequate tunic for a short-sleeved linen one that went to her knees with a sleeveless off-white stola the natural color of the wool over it. Then there was a stop right next door to get her some shoes to afford her feet some protection.
Further down the line was food in the form of bread cheese and a piece or two of fruit, these options not requiring cooking. Then and only then, did Gabriel find the kind of inn he was looking for.
A conversation with the proprietor later, Gabriel leads Claudia into the room he's rented, locking the door behind them to prevent interruptions and laying down an auditory illusion to cover their actual conversation with the sounds of him telling her what he expected out of her in terms of her duties. Along with other things.
"All right. How the hell do you know me?" he says, using Norse, dropping the satchel holding the papers regarding her and the food on the table in the room. Not that there was much in it. The table, bed, chair, and a hanging lamp were it, along with the curtains for the window.
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Further down the line was food in the form of bread cheese and a piece or two of fruit, these options not requiring cooking. Then and only then, did Gabriel find the kind of inn he was looking for.
A conversation with the proprietor later, Gabriel leads Claudia into the room he's rented, locking the door behind them to prevent interruptions and laying down an auditory illusion to cover their actual conversation with the sounds of him telling her what he expected out of her in terms of her duties. Along with other things.
"All right. How the hell do you know me?" he says, using Norse, dropping the satchel holding the papers regarding her and the food on the table in the room. Not that there was much in it. The table, bed, chair, and a hanging lamp were it, along with the curtains for the window.