She laughed. "There are, indeed, many things!" But you won't get to those. She only meant to get rid of his memories of her. If he won't recall her anymore, only like a shadow in his mind, she would be safe.
Anoriel quickly led him through the dusky room of the tavern out, into the shadowy streets, crooked under the veil of twilight. Her house wasn't too far, only a few minutes of swift walking through the backstreets, shortcuts, and markets. They passed small shops and houses, lit displays of taverns, riders and people, walking by, until Anoriel stepped before a wooden door of a small house. A key appeared in her hands, and she stuck it into the keyhole.
Her hands turned the key softly, and the lock clicked. The wooden board of the door opened, and she stepped in. "Follow me!" she smiled, and gestured Darius to come in.
