“Those are all fair points,” Arquis admitted, exhaling softly. “Alright. Alright, let me think. There is an inn that my father and I used to stay at when I was younger. It is around a full day’s travel from the village and is in a slightly secluded location, both of which would make it a rather decent place to stay.”
A beat passed. He fiddled with his glove and bit his bottom lip. This next part wasn’t something he liked to discuss, but he supposed it was necessary.
“My father used to go there with women, so Muria does not know about it. Nobody does, really. On the off chance that someone there did recognize me from all those years ago, well, we would not have to worry about it. There is a strict privacy policy there. Nobody is allowed in without swearing to secrecy first.” He made a weird noise in the back of his throat. “That sounds as if I am taking you somewhere, ah, perverse. It is a rather normal place. The secrecy rule is because of the whole affair thing, but not everyone there is intimately involved. Some just like the privacy.”