The private washroom suite at the end of the balcony corridor was quiet. A heavy marble basin sat near the entrance, accompanied by a pitcher of fresh water and a stack of folded linen towels. Beyond the outer vanity nook lay three secluded wooden stalls, each equipped with carved oak commode seats and brass latches.
Derrick immediately walked over to the middle stall, pushing the door open with a faint creak. "Ah, thank goodness this place is empty," he sighed, unbuckling his outer coat belt. "I hate waiting in those long lines on the main floor."
"Go ahead," Cherion said, stepping over to the marble washbasin to pour a bit of water over his hands. "Take your time."
Reiner stood near the heavy entrance door, his hands resting naturally in front of his belt while his eyes swept the quiet room. "How did you find the play, Lord Cherion?" he asked, keeping his voice low so as not to carry into the stalls.
