Meanwhile, with Varrick...
Varrick hummed to himself as he entered the inn. Pushing the hood of his cloak back, he smiled at the woman who walked towards him. “Good evening, ma’am. Might there be a room available?”
The woman nodded with a smile. “Yes, we have a room available! Welcome to Wisteria Mist Inn! Head up to the bar to pay for your room. We also have ale and mead if you need a drink. I’ll get your room ready.”
“Varrick,” the one with their hood up called out.
The ebony-haired man chuckled. “Thank you for calling me by the right name this time, Prince Regulus.”
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