The Child Prince (The Artifactor) - Plot & Excerpts
Sevana ruthlessly teased him about it, but really, he didn’t do half-badly. And he’d managed to charm the innkeeper into giving them not only dinner, but breakfast for that amount so they were getting their money’s worth. She wouldn’t let him live it down, though. The inn felt solid, unlike most small village inns. The outer walls weren’t logs thrown together with mud crammed into the chinks, but actual planks that were cut and fitted tightly together. The place even had a wood floor. Each guest room only had enough room for a single bed and a washstand, making it tight quarters, but Sevana suspected that just from the look of the outside. The building couldn’t be called spacious by any stretch of the imagination. The beds were clean, the dinner meal had been hearty food that wouldn’t poison her, and the bath water fresh without any sulfur smell to it. She couldn’t ask for more than that. With her hair still damp from the bath, she sat cross legged on her bed and pulled out her notebook on Bel’s curse.
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