Garrett’s tension subsided. They commented on the things they saw along the way, houses, farm animals, the towns. He tried not to let their approaching destination ruin his mood.
After a while, Eron asked, “What did you think of the inn?”
“It was great!”
“Is that the kind of place you dream of?”
Garrett warmed when Eron mentioned his dream. It had been a while since they talked about it, but Eron always remembered.
“Yes. Although, I think I’d rather have the living quarters on the top floor instead of in a dark, dingy basement.”
“That’d be a bit better. Tell me about your typical day, if you ran your own inn?”
At first, Garrett thought it silly to be talking about pipe dreams, but Eron’s smile goaded him on.
“I’d get up, make breakfast, clean up the kitchen, then clean the rooms. I
