"Why is every house allowing for us to peer inside as we pass, does no one like to live in privacy behind their stone walls?" asked the boy as he followed behind.
"Hmm?" asked Shay, looking over his shoulder. "The windows? Don't know. Never really thought about it. I guess people do it to make the insides seem bigger. You know, big windows can do that." Shay thought about it for a moment.
"On the other hand, we're pretty far down in the south. It gets really hot around here in the summer. People need the windows to keep their place cooler during the hot days." Shay laughed to himself. "Sorry. I don't really know anything. I'm bullshitting here. To be honest, I've never really thought about it. It's always been like this." Shay paused.
"You must come from a weird place kid." Shay found himself outside of a slightly rundown building in the outskirts. The buildings around them weren't as nice as the ones further in. Most of these places were made of mostly wood, not stone and many were starting to fall apart. Shay pointed at the building.
"This is the place. Just stay close to me and you'll be fine." Shay walked into the old bar. The inside was more elegant then the outside led people to believe. The owner, a plump, grey haired old man wearing a fancy red tailcoat, stood behind the polished redwood bar. He washed a glass with a clean towel as he watched over his customers like a hawk. They paid him for a drink and that was it. He made sure that it was all they got in his bar.
The room was brightly lit by the firelight of countless candles, many of which were glowing pleasantly from the crystal chandelier that hung from the vaulted ceiling in the main drinking hall. Shay walked casually up to the bar. Strangely enough, no one around seemed to notice him.
"What can I get for you, Mr. Master Thief?” The old owner turned, showing his rounded cheeks and neatly trimmed mustache.
“Hey!” said Shay in an urgent whisper. “Not so loud! There are people here.” They stared at each other for a moment.
“Who in their right mind you believe you are the Shade Fox?”
“True, but I’m often surprised by what people will believe if they hear it often enough.”
The owner noticed the boy standing behind him. "Shay! I never thought you to be the fatherly type. Or did one of those one night stands of your's catch up with you?"
"No, no, no... It's not like that! I found the kid on the street and I thought I'd help him out. He seems kinda lost."
The owner gave him a questioning look. "You? Help? Come on, what are you getting out of this?"
"Nothing, for your information. Now, I just need a room for the night, if you don't mind."
They paused, staring at each other again. The owner sighed. "Fine. Just be careful what you get yourself into." He handed Shay a single key on a ring.
"I'll keep that in mind old man," said Shay, as he made a gesture similar to a salute. He turned to Alex. "Come on. This way," he said, leading him upstairs to a room.