𝐭𝐨 𝐬𝐚𝐲 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐬 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐛𝐞 𝐚𝐧 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐭𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭. sure the tavern below was bustling with every walk of life, herself included but she wasn’t exactly expecting a person to be passed out in the bed she had just paid for. she rubs her thumbs along the handles of the sash around her waist -- a small tick she picked up in the presence of strangers that she’s been working on stopping. ❛ excuse me? ❜ she kept her distance as she called out towards the dozing figure, or at least she hoped they were. the room was bare of anything other than the bed and a small table, there was nothing to prod them awake with unless she wanted to bite the bullet and shove them herself. ❛ i’ll give them a few more minutes so they don’t shoot me. ❜















