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This town was awful. Vesemir had just done them the honour of dispatching the noonwraith that was haunting them, saving them all, and the innkeeper refused to let him stay. Said he was too much trouble and didn’t want ‘his kind’ driving away all their other customers. Ungrateful little swines! He’d received a good amount of coin from the Alderman, and he sure as anything wouldn’t spend it on these people. He should have let the noonwraith keep on terrorising them.
He decided to travel to the next town, which was a little bigger. Unfortunately they had the same idea and point blank refused to let him stay, or even eat at the tavern. Luckily, he found a brothel on the outskirts of this new town, and he was hoping they’d be a bit more favourable towards weary travellers who only wanted to spend their hard-earned coin.
He went in, looked around and spoke to someone who seemed as if they were in charge.
“I’d like a room please?”
“Certainly sir, and which of our lovely ladies has caught your eye this evening?” The ladies in question were trying to avoid his eye contact. No doubt they feared being taken by a witcher. The rumours had most people afraid of what monsters they were.
“I think you misunderstood. I only want a room.”
“One of our gorgeous men then? Sven here is quite the favourite among our clients.” She pointed to a buff man, who seemed to be more intrigued than scared. Interesting.
“I can be very good for you.” He said, a slight accent in his voice. He imagined his fellow wolf Luka would enjoy a night with him. He was always complaining about the lack of good cock in brothels. Vesemir thought to himself that he would have to make a mental note about this place.
“Sorry, but no. Do you have any food? I’m rather hungry.”
“You sure hon? You might change your mind later.”
“Pretty sure I’m hungry.”
“That’s not what I -” She sighed.
“I can pay extra, if that’s what you’re worried about? I know the… er.. ‘services’ cost extra, and you’d be losing out on coin if I stay and don’t… partake.” That seemed to improve the older lady’s mood considerably.
“Oh, well now, that would be… hungry you say? Yes, I think I may have something for you.”
She went into an adjoining room, and came out with a platter of different cakes and pastries. Vesemir’s eyes lit up when he smelled the honey.
“Sorry we can't do anything in the way of savoury meals, but we have plenty of sweet things for you.”
“That would do perfectly, I thank you.”
“And if you change your mind-”
“I won’t. I’ll admit I prefer honey cake to sex.”
She looked very confused by this, but Vesemir shrugged it off. He’d always been seen as the strange one for his preferences. He was used to it.
“Well, ok then.”
She made sure he wasn’t bothered by any other patrons, and showed him to his room. Vesemir had the best night's sleep he’d had in a long time, and the honey cakes were divine. He was definitely going to make a note of this place should he come this way again.