Eve wondered why the buff man at the inn door wasn't letting her in even though she had offered the silver coin for him to take. It made her wonder if it was because of the clothes she wore. But then it was pretty decent.
So what was the reason?
Deciding to ask the man directly, she asked him, "Is it because I am not dressed for this place? Is this why you are turning me away, Mr. Guard?"
The buff man finally turned to meet Eve's blue eyes with a blankness as if he was done waiting at the door and opening it for every customer who came to spend time in the inn. He finally replied to her in a gruff voice,
"Only men and women. Twenty-one years above age."
Eve blinked, an imaginary crow flying above her head when she realised what had happened. Gathering herself, she said, "No, no! I am not below twenty-one, but a twenty-four years old woman. I am not a child. It is just that I look very, very young. I have been blessed with good skin."
