Senses

My hearing, vision, and sense of smell were all significantly improved after a transformation. It was easy to hide while I was riding my horse since I could focus on his heartbeat, and ignore everything else, but now I was in a mostly empty tavern. I could pick up on most of the conversations in this room clearly. The kitchen was slightly outside of my range of hearing. I could hear bits, and pieces of their conversation when they were close to the door, but when they were further away all I could hear was vague mumbling.

I closed my eyes so the sting of the light coming through the windows would stop giving me a headache. I could hear, and smell them coming with soup.

"We'll have to get you better clothes before we continue," I flinched as Faith suddenly spoke at normal volume.

I glared at her for a moment as a bowl was placed in front of each of us with a spoon each. I started eating slowly. Faith seemed as if she wanted to talk so I glared at her intensely. That seemed to be enough to keep her quite for now. It wouldn't work once I wasn't stuffing my face with food.

I finished my food, and I could tell she was going to say something.

"Not until we're alone," I snapped quietly.

She closed her mouth, and gave me a determined look before heading back to the bar.

"I'd like two rooms for the night," Faith spoke to the tavern owner.

"Two rooms?" he looked at me briefly with a skeptical look, and then spoke quieter, "That man is trouble. Are you sure someone like him is worth sticking your neck out for?"

"I have my reasons," Faith sounded slightly angered by his tone, "That man isn't a threat unless you make him one." she raised her hand, and conjured a good sized fireball, "Besides." she turn away from him, "I can handle myself."

Faith let the fire go out, and took the room keys from him with her free hand. She walked back to me.

"Lets go have that conversation," Faith waved for me to follow.

I followed just as I had been asked. My limp slowed me down on the stairs, and she slowed so I could keep up. Faith walked ahead, and unlocked the door to one of the rooms. Stepping aside to let me enter first. I walked in, and sat down on the bed.

I stretched my injured leg out on the bed. Faith closed, and locked the door.

"Now," Faith leans against the door, and looks at me.

"No," I stared at her, "We could still be overheard."