Before Layla could respond, the innkeeper entered the room from the kitchen, his apron slightly askew and his forehead glistening with sweat. His usual genial demeanor was replaced with something more strained. As he walked past their table, he hesitated for the briefest of moments, his eyes flickering toward Layla before he quickly moved on, not saying a word.
"That's new," Mary Ann muttered, her lips pressing into a thin line.
"What's new?" Layla asked, her tone casual despite her growing curiosity.
Mary Ann gestured subtly. "Innkeepers don't usually avoid their guests, especially not ones they've given their best rooms to."
Raziel scoffed. "Seems like he regrets that decision."
Layla gave him a sidelong glance. "Or he's trying to avoid drawing attention to us. Which means he knows something we don't."