Marion had, perhaps, told a small lie about just how much coin they had made working for the innkeeper. They’d made a fine amount, in fact, given how much they were able to move, clean, and prepare at the innkeeper’s request. The elf had become acutely aware that the Midlands were entering their “festival” season, as it were. They hadn’t ever been in the Midlands in the spring, but this was when they celebrated, rather than in the fall like the Crownlands.

They had also told ...