424 Mage Association (Part 2)

"How much for your best room?" Lith asked the receptionist, a young man about his own age. He was too tired to care about money. A good bed and a hot bath were the only thing he could think about.

"One silver coin per night." The man yelped. It was actually more expensive, but the Gatekeeper at Lith's waist looked mean and the man carrying it even meaner.

"Excuse me, are you Ranger Verhen?" Asked a mage in his thirties. He was of average height, with a lean build and kind chestnut eyes. Judging from his silver robe, he worked for the Mage Association.

"Depends who's asking." Lith gave the receptionist the money and his ID, making sure the stranger couldn't read it.

"I'm Mage Dorian Felhorn. I'm your liaison with the local branch of the Association." Clearly Felhorn had recognized Lith. His earlier question was a formality.