Uriel sighed and waved a hand. "Sorry, sorry. I don't expect you to understand my gibberish."
"I often spew nonsense when I'm tired, don't mind me. This old man is cranky and in dire need of a sweet, rain-swaddled sleep session."
He slicked his hair back. "But, let's talk about more relevant matters."
Samael let out a shaky breath, his mind returning to the present as he weakly nodded.
Uriel noticed his state, but didn't comment on it.
"So this is the inn you wanted to stay at, hm? Why?" he asked bluntly.
For some reason, earlier, Samael had insisted they stay at this specific inn, and more specifically, he'd wanted Uriel to stay in the same suite.
It was all strange.
"…"
Samael closed his eyes, taking a deep breath in. Then, he exhaled. When he reopened his eyes, they were sharp.
"The lady who owns the inn, the one you most likely met at the reception, is exceptionally powerful. So much so even the Guardian Order fears her."
Uriel's ears perked up.
