The innkeeper felt his jaw lower in horror as he realised who had been responsible for the sounding of the bell above his door. He had long anticipated a visit from his favourite customer, but with her he knew would be that assassin. The young lady who never failed to instil fear within him. Despite this there was no hiding the lust reflected in his eyes. A lust for the only thing that brought him comfort, the riches he was offered in exchange for his services. Once the three had entered he continued to watch the entrance expectantly. His breathing quickened, becoming shallow, as he wiped his hands down his bright green shirt nervously. When it became apparent they were alone, he fixed his vision upon them. The signs of anxiety quickly faded, his voice holding no tells of his previous conc
