"A room for the three of ye, a room for the two, and one for meself." 'Dáire Cuar' clapped his hands. "That's the best I can do, lads."
Hermes frowned. That wasn't the best he could do. The old man was planning something.
"That's awfully convenient." Aphrodite raised a brow.
Apple grunted, crossing his arms. "Suspicious."
Somner leaned on the desk with a smirk. "Oh, I see what you're up to, old man."
"Up to?" Dáire feigned innocence. "I'm doin' nothin' but offerin' ye beds. Unless ye'd rather share with me, eh?"
He gave a cheeky little wink. Hermes half-laughed, half-coughed, not expecting that from someone his age.
"Pass." Somner said quickly. "I'll take the wagon before that."
Hermes pinched the bridge of his nose. He already knew what this was about.
"Fine. Just give us the keys."
And so they were divided into their own little rooms in this totally normal inn.
