The morning had organized itself reasonably well. That usually meant the bread came out right, the Walker's ritual ran at seven without incident, and nobody had rearranged any furniture overnight.
I took those as positive indicators and started the eggs.
The inn was slightly larger than it had been the previous week. Not in any way that would jump out at someone who wasn't already paying attention. It was the sort of larger you only noticed if you'd spent enough time measuring rooms to memorize their dimensions.
I had. The building seemed to like that change.
The new guest was in the common room.
One large eye. Several tendrils. At the moment they were draped in a relaxed way over most of the floor space near the east corridor entrance.
Round, too. That roundness of something that had reached its final shape a very long time ago and hadn't seen any reason to reconsider it since.
