Ulric took a look at the key before he regarded Serenity.“And you do not know me,” spoke with a cold grin. “Desank, if you would be so kind?” Having already taken up a stance to the rear, the Gasvik was swift to lay hands on the woman’s shoulders. Desank did not seek to harm, but gently ran his claws over the curve of her neck so that she was aware of his presence. “My dear woman,” Ulric shook his head. “If you haven’t already guessed, this is but a formality. I do not have to pay for lodging. I could take what I want, but I was raised to believe that every person deserves a fair shake – even scribes that cheat the working folk.” He threw back his shoulders, glancing over the room again. When he spoke again, there was a faint menace to his words. “As I said, you do not know me. And to keep it that way, you might want to check if there are any more shacks.” |