“We’re not going to argue about bathing, are we?” Iarion said, drawing Barlo’s attention.
Barlo sighed. “I suppose not. I really hope there’s some warm water left, though.”
Owain arrived at their table a few moments later with a pair of foaming tankards. Barlo took a long, appreciative swallow while Iarion sipped at his.
“Enjoy,” he said with a smile and a nod. “Have a good night. I’ll see you in the morning.”
He moved on to the common table to deliver three cups of tea to the older woman and her companions before leaving.
“I don’t understand why you won’t accept the offer, Auntie.” The dark-haired woman’s voice drifted over to where Barlo and Iarion sat. “It’s very generous.”
“That’s none of your concern,” the older woman said. She raised her chin. “I own the property. I make the bu
