No, one man isn't going to shift the imbalance. But if Holden starts thinking about it that way, he might have to cast a more critical eye on how he's been spending his time. One man can't change a whole lot, but he do something, at least.
And it's a good notion, though he's distracted too by the inn Ellis points out.
"Cozy," he says, and whether it's dry or not is surely hard to make out in the damp. Instead, he heads for the door, holds it open for Ellis.
The Amber Crow is modest, with a chipped sign hung off a rusting post above the door. Behind the door is a pair of portly dwarves, crowded together around a small table upon which rests a checkerboard. One slits a glance at the pair of them, kicks his partner under the table, receives a kick in return which prompts him to leave her to her move on the board while he slouches towards the counter to attend to the pair of them.
As predicted, the rates are higher than is possibly acceptable. Ellis puts down the coin for it without waiting, and lets Holden accept the key to the room.
"I can pay for another," is what Ellis offers however, upon seeing the small space they've been allotted. Will Holden fit on the bed, is the question. It's not exactly proportioned for dwarves, but it's not truly intended for a man of Holden's height.
"I remember saying something about having the coin," is the objection he finally voices as they consider the small room. He doesn't even sound dismayed, really, just resigned. Of course Ellis's preferred inn was built by dwarves. If this weren't Ellis, he'd strongly suspect this to be a practical joke.
"I can sleep on the floor," he returns, already helping himself to a towel that'd been offered to keep them from dripping all over the already tight space.
is not calling Ellis a liar, but is inviting the concept into the room. He towels off his face and hair, leaving the latter an unruly mess, his neck, and his hands before he attends to the matter of his boots. No point tracking in more water and grime.
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And it's a good notion, though he's distracted too by the inn Ellis points out.
"Cozy," he says, and whether it's dry or not is surely hard to make out in the damp. Instead, he heads for the door, holds it open for Ellis.
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The Amber Crow is modest, with a chipped sign hung off a rusting post above the door. Behind the door is a pair of portly dwarves, crowded together around a small table upon which rests a checkerboard. One slits a glance at the pair of them, kicks his partner under the table, receives a kick in return which prompts him to leave her to her move on the board while he slouches towards the counter to attend to the pair of them.
As predicted, the rates are higher than is possibly acceptable. Ellis puts down the coin for it without waiting, and lets Holden accept the key to the room.
"I can pay for another," is what Ellis offers however, upon seeing the small space they've been allotted. Will Holden fit on the bed, is the question. It's not exactly proportioned for dwarves, but it's not truly intended for a man of Holden's height.
oh my god
"I can sleep on the floor," he returns, already helping himself to a towel that'd been offered to keep them from dripping all over the already tight space.
heheheh
"The beds were proper-sized, when I was here last," Ellis says, a mild defense. "They might have run through those rooms before we arrived."
Or their hosts just weren't so concerned with Holden's comfort.
Setting down his own satchel, Ellis begins carefully peeling off his sodden coat. They're resigning themselves to this, so.
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is not calling Ellis a liar, but is inviting the concept into the room. He towels off his face and hair, leaving the latter an unruly mess, his neck, and his hands before he attends to the matter of his boots. No point tracking in more water and grime.