She nodded after reading and found herself forced to cross the bridge as she took the lead and she couldn't turn back with him in tow.
On the other side she let out the breath she was holding in a hidden sigh of relief. As they reached the porch of the inn she waved good bye and stepped inside, looking over her shoulder at the priest one last time. Once inside she found the owner, behind the bar counter fast asleep with a few candles sputtering about him. Gilrin rolled her placid eyes and stomped up tot eh counter, flicking the man on the forehead with her index finger.
"Wake up! I'm here to pay for this building." She told the sleeping man who was no longer sleeping. He looked at her with gummy eyes after being so rudely awakened and he coughed, clearing his throat. "Well, didn't think you'd be back so soon." He licked his lips and rubbed his hands together which made the young girl rather uncomfortable.
She moved her eyes up and down over him quickly and produced a red velvet pouch from inside her cloak. The string was drawn tight and as she produced it the rustle of gold inside proved it to be enough. "Yes, well, I"m here now. Here is your gold, I would like the deed and if you don't mind leaving tonight I.." She trailed off, catching his eyes upon her in the most lustful of ways.
"Such a sweet young girl.." He murmured. "All alone." His eyes glinted now. Gilrin had enough of it. Her light eyes soon shifted dark, the whites turning a deep blue darker than her cloak even. and the irises turned the color of the sea, black pupils barely and turned to horizontal bars. "Do not mistake me as weak old man." Her melodic voice now boomed as if it was more than just her talking.
Shaken, he immediately snatched the gold from her, putting his hands up in a defensive manner. "Alright alright! Just let me grab a few things from upstairs and it's all yours.. " The man's fat jowls shook with fear as he spoke. Gilrin's eyes had returned to normal after just a few blinks and her voice was melodic as she told him "Thank you," with a smile.
The former owner exited and the cloaked girl went outside after him, watching him leave and removing the for sale sign. She goes back into The Crystal Palace, shutting the door against the cold night wind that has begun to howl. She wonders if John is warm in his little hut. Silver eyes look around, taking in her newly purchased property. "Not bad for the price." She said to herself, feeling accomplished. There were cracks here and there allowing water to drip during heavy rain. The lighting was dim and everything seemed to be very old and dusty.