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To the Inn
Hyle took a quick look at the sword. “Quality blade… could use some attention. If I had the supplies I could sharpen it for you. I do have some extra leather. I could wrap a new handle, if you'd like.”
He wasn't always great with people, but he knew there was a heavy weight in Varas's heart. He could guess what it was by the few clues he'd picked up. He wouldn't ask about it. It wasn't his place to pry. He would, however, be available to aide the boy in whatever way he could.
“Off we go then…” he said. “Out into the cold. A very short trip, thankfully.”
When they arrived, Hyle greeted the inn's keeper. “Rook! Long time, no see.”
Rook, an older Julian man nodded. “Hyle? Been a long time since I've seen you round here. Wish it were a happier time… you're welcome here all the same. How can I help you?”
“A room for the night. Two beds. We'll split the fee. You're alright with sharing a room, right Veras?” He checked over his shoulder.
“Have a friend, do ya, Hyle? Good for you. I suspect it'll be dangerous to travel alone now…”
They paid up and Rook handed them a key with a small number 4 on it.
“The one at the end of the hall. I apologize, we've got a few leaks in the roof. Been a long long time since we've had such a storm.”
“No worries, no worries,” said Hyle. “Tell you what, if it lets up by then and you have the materials and tools, I could fix a few before we leave. I won't have long, but I'd be glad to help out.”
“If you could, I'd be mighty thankful. My back ain't what it used to be. Getting up and down and swinging hammers and such… not easy.”
Once they were in their room, they could see a few leaks for themselves, all with buckets and pots underneath, almost overflowing. Hyle emptied them out the window before replacing them. He looked up at the ceiling where the water was trickling through the boards. “Should be a quick job…” he said to himself. “Maybe I won't have time to do them all, but…” he trailed off, choosing to get ready for bed.
He emptied his bag, laying things out to dry. Most of his things, he kept with his horse, but in the bag he kept on him he had a few things. The box of medical supplies, an extra change of clothes, a sewing kit, a knife for various uses, quills and an ink bottle, a box of collected herbs, and various other spare and loose things like a few green rupees and an old paintbrush.