Early the next morning, Lann and Alia checked out of their room at the Silver Swan Tavern.
The two Oren coins he paid earlier were enough to cover the extra cost of cleaning the bedding, so he didn't have to pay any more.
At the checkout counter, Lann sent Alia to fetch Bopai while he casually mentioned to the bartender calculating the bill,
"Is it just you working here?"
"Yes, sir. Bartending isn't a busy job, and I also handle accounting, so it's just me here. I've been working here for over ten years now."
The middle-aged man, with a towel over his shoulder, was nothing like the "bartender" from last night.
Even the first time he came to the Silver Swan Tavern, it wasn't this man he saw.
Which meant, from the moment he first stepped into Gos Velen, the "thing" that called itself Gant Odim had already been waiting here.
...What a headache.
Being watched by something that could foresee the future and alter reality, Lann didn't find it a privilege.
