The tavern where the coachman had stopped didn't look anything fancy. It was a small hut where a middle-aged couple offered some local food and drinks to all the travelers who stopped by.
And although Damien and Kenneth weren't used to dining in such a place, they settled down at one of the tables and ordered some food.
The other tables were occupied by some rowdy-looking men and a few women. And for some reason, everyone in the tavern was constantly looking at the table where the young boys were sitting.
Kenneth leaned in towards Damien and asked him in a whisper, "Is it just me, or are we really getting attention from everyone here?"
Damien took a quick scan of the place and then looked back at Kenneth. "Oh!" He pursed his lips and then looked down at the bed gown that Kenneth was still in. He cupped his palm around his mouth and then whispered back, "Why don't you go and find a place where you can change into something more appropriate for the day?"
