"Old lady, you can sleep here," Sana said, pointing an ornate oak door, "And strange man, you can sleep here," she finished looking at the door directly opposite Nim's across the stone corridor.
"You can call me Nim, dear," she said to the young witch. Sana just shrugged. Gareth, who looked more relieved than he had in weeks, wasted no time in entering his chambers swiftly. Nim could tell the boy was tired both from travel and the emotional stress of being pursued.
The older woman did the same, opening the door slowly. Her room was modest, she was sure, by Astrophel's standards, but to her, the area was lavish beyond reason. A large four-post bed commanded the center of the spacious living space, covered in a sumptuous spread of pillows and soft blankets. A wardrobe that must be centuries old stood against one wall as a fire crackled merrily in the hearth.
