Briggs led the two to a nearby inn. Part of its wall was in shambles, while it was blocked off with a temporary wall.
"Please excuse the destruction. This inn had to open prematurely for the wedding. Construction will halt during the night, so you should be able to rest well." Briggs slapped the top of the counter three times, calling for the concierge.
The concierge rushed out, her face white as a ghost at the unexpected guests. Briggs didn't smile, or give her any sense of warmth.
"Get these two a room." He said, lowering his head in a quick nod before heading back to his duties.
She pulled out a booklet and grabbed a pen, her hands shaking as she tried to steady her breath.
"Names please?" She asked.
"I'm sorry, but are you alright ma'am?" The Norain man asked.
