When Amere returned to the room, Ceryll was already dressed. She'd chosen to wear one of the dresses she'd made instead of the dress they'd bought upon their arrival
"Aren't you going for your job? A more professional outfit might be suitable." He advised. Ceryll looked away from the mirror to fully show off.
"I know but this has a certain charm to it, no?" Amere raised a brow at the dress. The color was the same red as his eyes and the style was certainly different. Its v-neck top had been paired with a handkerchief-style skirt that barely brushed against her upper thigh.
"I suppose. Maybe the innkeeper could give better advice."
"No thanks, I don't care much for the opinions of scum."
"But you'll sleep with and confide in them." Ceryll scoffed at the rebuttal but didn't snark back. The irony of her actions was not lost upon her but that didn't mean she'd admit to it. She only had so much dignity. Amere sensed this win and lifted his tail with pride as he strutted out the room. She grabbed her twine bag and followed him towards the dining hall. As usual, the innkeeper sat waiting for them at the head of the long Birchwood table. At each of their seats sat porcelain white bowls filled to the brim with steaming porridge paired with a few slices of freshly baked bread.
As Ceryll took her seat, she thanked the chef and sent her usual glare to the innkeeper. He returned it with a smirk and proceeded to eat. The hall was silent except for Amere's occasional coughs and the crackling of the brick fireplace beside them. The incessant popping seemed to bother the panther to the point where he had no choice but to start a conversation.
"So last night did you guys plan to color coordinate while you were at it?" Ceryll gave him a nasty look, contrasting from the innkeeper's amused one.
"I certainly didn't but it seemed Ceryll had other plans."
"Oh shut up. I look better than him anyway."
"Hardly." The innkeeper went to take a spoon full of his porridge only for the woman to snatch the bowl from him.
"I look good and you know it."
"I never said you didn't, I only said you don't look better than me."
"Amere!" She looked to her familiar for help.
"I'm sure Ceryll looks the best but a side-by-side comparison is always welcome." Ceryll opened her mouth to reply but a heavy knock from the Inn's entrance halted their conversation. The innkeeper reluctantly excused himself to go answer the door.
"I'm sorry but our inn is closed..." His sentence drifted as he was met with a magistrate guard. He was a broad elf who stood at least 7'0 feet tall, with golden eyes that matched the shimmering gold accents of his green armor.
"Innkeeper of the Theran District, there have been reports of suspicious activity occurring in your Inn. I have been sent to investigate." The Innkeeper wrinkled his nose but stepped aside nonetheless. The guard silently investigated and the innkeeper left him be to return to the dining room.
"Who was it?"
"A guard." Ceryll choked on her porridge and Amere quickly ran over to her.
"I need to get to work." She rasped. The innkeeper went to reassure her but before he could speak she was out the door, leaving her familiar with a kiss to the forehead.