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"Perun" Reynard said with a smile. He gestured at the table, offering Perun a seat.

"Cytheria. Reynard." Perun said, acknowledging both. "It is good that you are here."

"You weren't sure?" Cytheria asked. She looked deeply into Perun's eyes and took a deep breath. For a moment it seemed as though something passed between then. Reynard, seemed oblivious, as he was looking up at Perun waiting for him to respond.

"No, it's not that. I thought that you would be here, and now that I see you here I'm happy."

"Ever the optimist." Reynard laughed.

Perun sat himself down on the bench across form Cytheria and beside Reynard. He dropped his pack beneath the table and looked Reynard and Cytheria. The firelight played with the slight smile on his face giving him a warm and happy appearance. His eyes, though, were shielded. What warmth his face and postured gave him was lost as soon as anyone in the bar looked into his eyes.

"That's a wild one there." Nial's wife Sirah said.

"Who? Master Perun?" Nial asked. "Nah, a gentleman he was, very polite. You wouldn't know it from the clothes but the man has traveled. And," He added, "he knows how to do it with style."

"Always the way."

"What's that?"

"Nothing." Sirah said shaking her head. "Just watch him, that's all I'm saying. Now hurry with his ale, and try to figure out how many rooms we'll be renting out tonight and who's sleeping with whom."

"Who's sleeping with whom? Why I assume that we'll need three room, and perhaps a fourth for this next mystery guest?"

"Always the way." Sirah shook her head and made her way back into the kitchen.