"Come on," he takes her hand, steps up and then into the Bar proper - it is busier now that it is around 'lunchtime', a bigger crowd has formed, pockets of patrons here and there. Skellig tucks his wings tightly to his body as they weave towards the counter.

"Bar, if you please - could you have some seeds and things to plant them sent up to our room? The type of flowers that Ibani saw, when she was in the mines."

Of course, the writing materializes on the napkin in front of him. Anything else?

"And a box for her treasures - she'll need a decent sized one."

I'll send that up too. Might be after the lunch rush.

"That's fine, Bar. Thank you," he pats the counter lightly, then nods towards the staircase. "Let's go back up and rest for a bit," he says as he guides her by the shoulder through the space. "It'll be quieter up there."