Artemisia's reason wasn't just because it was run by the barmaster's wife; no, it was because this hotel, despite being on the outskirts, offered something rare for this part of the continent: suite rooms.
These suites were essentially small one-bedroom apartments, complete with a bedroom, a kitchen, and a bathroom. They weren't exactly grand, but they were cosy and, more importantly, practical.
Artemisia, who valued her comfort, was particularly fond of the dining table in the kitchen area—ideal for sitting down with her tablet and getting some work done.
Once their meal was finished and they'd said their goodbyes to the barkeeper, the trio made their way to the hotel. The moment they walked in, they were greeted by the barmaster's wife, a cheerful woman with a warm, welcoming smile.
"Back again, I see.
How've you been? And where's Arthur?"
"He's… occupied?"
