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Writer-Rabbit-Newsie-Grace: Aw, I loved this chapter! Lowell sounds like a real Wingfeather character, Throne Warden! Splendid job! I especially liked the bit about Artham getting too old to hunt for lost great nieces and nephews XD it made me laugh!

Writer-Rabbit-Newsie-Grace: Go Arthie! Trickery must run in the family, I wagerXD

THRONE WARDEN: That was a short chapter, but still really good! Neb is funny!

RainyDayReading342: To Grace, thank you so much! I agree, THRONE WARDEN did a good job of making a character for this story. I'm glad your enjoying it so far! And yes, Artham IS getting a bit to old to flap 'em old wings, eh? XD

RainyDayReading342: To THRONE WARDEN, thanks for reviewing! And yep, we were intending for Neb to be a character that was so stupid he's funny LOL!

ElvenQueenLibrary: To THRONE WARDEN, I'm glad you like the humor, and thank you THRONE WARDEN for the character idea!

ElvenQueenLibrary: To Grace, Artham was a bit of a conundrum to write, since we love his character soo much. I almost didn't have the heart to write him old, but it had to be done so that the younger generation could finally handle their own problems.

Liam rounded the dark Dugtown streets and found a large building with a sign above it that said, "The Cozy, Cuddly, Dreamy Inn!" and below it, "Did we mention Comfy??"

Just like Lowell had said!

Liam walked up to the door and stepped inside. A whoosh of warm air greeted him, a nice change from the cold outside. As he closed the door behind him, he saw a large sitting room, and a small desk on the corner.

"Hullo, young man!" said a cheery voice. Liam looked to his left and saw a small man with brown trousers approach him.

"Welcome to the Cozy, Cuddly, Dreamy Inn, the best Inn in town! How many nights are you planning on staying?" he asked.

"Just one night," Liam answered.

"Great! Marissa will lead you to your room," he said. Then he turned to a set of stairs and shouted, "MARISSA!! Lead this young gentleman, mister...?" he looked pointedly at Liam.

"Oh, uh, Liadro Sadarth."

"Mister Liadro Sadarth to his room!"

A girl with flowing, golden hair and fair skin appeared from the mess hall in the back. She had glittering green eyes, though they showed weariness. But her tired smile still seemed pretty as she greeted Liam.

"Welcome, Mr. Sadarth. I'll show you to your room."

Liam's eyes widened. "Oh, yes, of course," he stuttered.

Marissa turned and led him up the large staircase, her simple gown flowing behind her. Liam stood there, until he realized he was supposed to follows her.

Stupid, he shook his head at himself.

He almost tripped over himself as he made his feet move to follow her.

Why? he asked the universe, as his cheeks flamed up. But he managed to go up the stairs to follow Marissa.

He found her waiting for him at the top of the stairs.

She walked further down a hall of doors and found one with the number "11" on it.

Marissa turned to Liam and smiled.

"I hope this room suits your needs. And if you need anything, ring the bell on the side of your bed. Someone will come to tend to you immediately," she said.

Then she turned with a whoosh of her twirling skirt and her bouncing golden locks.

Liam shook himself, then he opened the door. There was a small bed, but with a mattress large and fluffy. Then in the corner, in a plushy chair, he saw a stack of blankets. It lived up to the name.

Liam put his coat in the wardrobe and took off his boots he had been wearing since last night. He realized needed to get a few "ordinary folk clothes" since people had been glancing his way curiously a few times. He was still dressed in the "noble fashion."

Liam's cheeks flamed once more. He hadn't changed clothes since the start of his adventure, which unfortunately started in the middle of the night. He stank of sweat and the sea. He had only packed a spare robe, but it was a bit too fine to wear openly without drawing attention to himself.

After all, enemies of the Wingfeather Royal Family and everyone associated with it could be anywhere.

Looks like he had to go shopping.

Liam set his pack down on his bed and opened it. He grabbed a handful of silver coins, put them in his pocket, put on his robe, then left his room, the door closed.

As he made his way down the hall, he saw Marissa again. She was just going down the stairs. Liam kept his pace normal. His walking, not his heart.

Liam wanted to kick himself. He wasn't here to be a silly boy, he was here to rescue Arthedor and Itzel. An important mission. Much more important than-

"May I help you?" asked a sweet voice.

Liam blinked and saw Marissa addressing him at the end of the stairwell.

"Oh, uh, as a matter of fact, do you happen to know any stores around here where they sell clothes?" Liam said, seizing the opportunity to get directions.

"Of course. If you take a left once you leave the Inn, then take a right, you'll find yourself on Kirtigly street. From there take another right, then you'll see a clothes shop. You can't miss it," she added, when she wasn't specific.

"Well, thank you," Liam said. Marissa dipped a slight curtsy.

"Of course."

As Liam left the Inn, he tried to recall Marissa's directions. And soon he found himself on a street full of shops. Selling food, bibes, farming tools, and -

"Aha! A clothes shop," Liam voiced his triumph. He stepped in and a small ding responded from a bell above the door. Liam saw an array of coats and tops and pants, and picked an ordinary-looking outfit.

After he bought them, he asked the store owner, a short lady, "Is there a place I can change into these?"

The woman gestured to the back of the store and Liam went there and found a changing room.

When he emerged, he looked very ordinary. Just an average Skreean folk here. Not the son of Janner Wingfeather. Who would think that?

When Liam finally made it back to the Inn it was getting very late into the night. After all, he had arrived at dusk. Suddenly Liam was aware he was very tired. He had been up for a long time.

So he was happy when he sank into the comfy mattress of his bed that night, soaking up all the sleep he could get. He was going to need it.