"Does your husband usually behave in such a way?" Raphael asked the lady, whose face was still flushed red.
During the entire exchange, the woman tugged at her sleeve nervously.
"N-no. Only with lords and ladies. He sees them as an opportunity to make money, regardless of how many times I scold him for it."
Raphael sat on his bed as the woman spoke, and crossed his legs in a relaxed manner.
"What is your name?" He asked, catching the woman by surprise. She expected to be reprimanded, but instead, the man wished to know more about her.
"Heather." The innkeeper responded. "My name is Heather."
Raphael picked up the plate she had placed on his counter and took a bite from the meat.
The flavour was splendid, and the food melted in his mouth. Heather watched the entire time on edge.
After swallowing the mouthful, Raphael placed the food back down.
"You're a beautiful woman, and your food tastes incredible. Yet, your business is failing because of your husband."
