Hobbits and Painful Ironies

It was still dark outside. Where would Marnthe go?

Geale padded out of the room to look for him. He walked toward the restroom in case he was there, but noticed a light from the end of the stairs. He stared at it, wondering where it could have been coming from.

It was from the direction of the bar. Was Marnthe drinking alcohol? Did he have a bad dream?

He shoved the thought about his own dream in the corner of his mind and quietly walked down the stairs. Geale was right. The light was coming from the bar counter. He quietly approached the bar and stopped, just before he could escape the shadows cloaking him from behind.

Hushed voices echoed from the bar. One of them was Marnthe's. The other was…

"That's why you didn't tell me about it," Marnthe muttered.

"I honestly wasn't sure how to bring it up. I was planning to decline it," Quin admitted.

Geale tiptoed around the light until he had a good view of the two of them. The scene reminded him of his dream.