When the final customer leaves, the three of us sit down at one of the tables. Kam treats us to glasses of mead and some cured meat. We eat quietly for a few minutes, before Kam speaks up.

“You never answered my question,” she says, looking up at Dominik. “Why are you staying here for so long? You usually only spend a night every few weeks.”

Dominik looks down at his food, and I place my hand over his. “The castle,” I start, filling in for Dominik, ...