The man behind the desk looked past Boris, eyeing the two small boys following him.
"They're staying with you?"
"Yeah, that's right. They can share one bed, no problem."
"Hmph. Kids like that can sleep on the floor just fine. You should save your coin. A single room would do."
The man at the front desk thought he was being helpful. That was why Boris held back the irritation rising in his chest and chose not to snap at him.
"These kids were entrusted to me by a priest," Boris said plainly. "To me, they're precious children."
The ground floor of the inn, where the front desk was located, also served as a dining hall and bar—a typical setup for inns in that area.
Around the room, a few customers sat eating and drinking, but they had stopped to stare at Bao Bei and Judy. The stares weren't kind. They were cold and full of contempt. The looks said everything—Why are kids with those disgusting rabbit ears and strange-patterned dog ears here?
