Chapter 451: The Woman of the Wandering Hart
Lyria's POV
Obadiah rolled his eyes.
Then he stomped up the stairs with considerably more force than the task required, each step creaking beneath his weight.
The door to the establishment opened at that very moment, and the guards walked in. They moved quietly, as was their custom, their eyes sweeping the room with practised vigilance, marking every corner and shadow as though danger might lurk in even so humble a place as this.
From upstairs came a crash.
Then Obadiah's voice, loud and indignant.
"'Ere now! Are ye tryin' ter kill me, woman? I ain't done nothin' ter deserve that!"
"Don't care if ye're me own grandson! I don't care what that good-fer-nothin' official said! Them nobles ain't stayin' 'ere, an' that's final!" the woman replied sharply.
"Then take it up with the Crown!" Obadiah shot back. "Don't take it out on me! If ye're so angry, go an' meet the official yerself!"
Another crash.
