Victor relented.  His shoulders slunk slightly.  Was there any way to easily broach the subject? Would he even be believed?<br/><br/>"Have you ever noticed things becoming...familiar?"  Victor turned to face Abia.  With one last stroke of the towel across his chest he tossed it to the floor and stepped towards Abia.  "How long have you been servicing travelers here, Abia?"  The question was not one seeking information, but asked in such a way to make her think deeply about her life here.