Temple Hill
Temple Hill
“Would Miss Lhasha appreciate you sneaking into her chambers like this?”
Corin, who had been fumbling with the lock to Lhasha’s room, turned to face the speaker.
“Oh …Weedle,” Corin said, recalling the halfling room steward’s name at the last possible second. It had been nearly a month since he and Lhasha had first checked in to the Golden Staff, and even now Corin still sometimes forgot the names of the staff.
The warrior realized he had been caught in a compromising situation, and offered a quick explanation.
“Lhasha’s out and I need to get into the room.”
Weedle smiled impishly, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he arched his eyebrows.
“A surprise for Miss Lhasha, eh? In her room yet.”
Corin coughed, slightly embarrassed at the portly little fellow’s insinuation. “We’re just friends.”
Weedle shrugged “None of my business, Master Corin. All I’m sayin’ is Miss Lhasha’s a fine looking lady, or so I’ve heard the patrons in the bar downstairs say.
A bit too tall and gangly for myself, of course.
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