Viridis waited patiently for Mira to think things over. The only reason she'd even offered to have just a single room was because she feared the young man wouldn't be comfortable alone; she had absolutely no idea what his life had been like after all.

Once Mira had made his decision, she busied herself counting the coins out to pay for the two rooms. She nearly dropped them all when her own linen bag, filled with gold, was thrust across the table at her. Viridis's first instinct was the shove those disgusting shackles back at Mira and refuse, but she stopped herself. Instead she took the bag gingerly with the very tips of her fingers. "The money wasn't a waste." A merchant's daughter to the core, she hefted the bag, trying to gauge how much the contents were worth.

Mira's former master must have had gold running through his veins, to shackle a slave with it! "With this, I'll be the one owing you ... Just so you know." Viridis had to stiffle a laugh at the situation. She was sure that would unsettle Mira!

She shook her head and finished off counting the coins before turning and handing them to Hunter. "Two rooms it is, and those beds are sure to be a welcome sight after we got caught in that storm still raging outside." She only included Mira in the statement too because she was fairly certain he had to be still chilled, despite the warm fire so nearby. And who knew how far he had walked to escape?