Going outside during noon in the Extollan Wastes was tantamount to exposing yourself to the heat of a wyvern's flame, but this was the only time of the day for Paul to leave the White Chrysanthemum Inn without exposing himself. Being an employee in a whorehouse meant that the work hours start from the evening up to the next day's early morning; after all, they needed to make sure that the customers' satisfaction were guaranteed as well as ensuring the safety of their "goods". However, on this particular morning, Paul could not pull even the slightest of his usual concentration on the work to be done.
It was that slutty maid's fault, thought Paul angrily as he swerved into a dingy back alley in Stonecutter's Village. He had been in a foul mood the whole morning - even Martha noticed that something was amiss. Still, he thought he did a good job despite the circumstances, even smiling crookedly as he bid farewell to that noble young master's party.
