Lady Northwood leans into the kiss, nuzzling against him. "I'd certainly enjoy that," she says, teasingly, letting her fingers walk across his chest.<br/><br/>The innkeeper looks down on Nameless when he enters, and asking for the man Arixia described, a short, balding man, with thick glasses, earns a sniff of derision. "Yes, the man you seek is in the servant's quarters, sir. I'm certain you can find him there, when he returns, this evening."