The change of opinion evidenced by the three lechers lightened Arran's mood slightly, but not enough to move the frown off his face as he stalked past them, making for the inn. While their lack of direct interest in doing<em>that</em>was good, especially after he had had a few days break from it, Arran's old vanity didn't much enjoy it. And his mood didn't get any better when he abruptly recalled that he had forgotten to tell Jachym about the plague. He muttered a curse under his breath as he forged on, ready for a lukewarm bath and a soft bed.