Nuance

Tycondrius reclined in his room's comfortable chair, listening to Lone detail the minutiae of after-dinner adventures. 

"--and the nature trail was really nice! And we got to see the fireworks with the Basilica in the background, too! It's like-- a magical castle!"

"That is correct," Tycon mused. "The Basilica is a fortified structure, with magical formations guarding its walls."

"Fair enough," Lone chuckled. 

Tres Leches let out a lazy yawn as the young Ranger stroked its metal coat. He was lying in his bedroll... prepared to sleep on the floor. 

That was technically fine. The room only had a single bed and Tycon was not planning on sharing. 

However, he found the very presence of the young man and wolf... baffling. 

"Mister Lone..." Tycon pursed his lips... thinking carefully on his next words. 

"Yes, Boss?"

"I recall... you used your own coin to purchase the use of an inn room."