The dragonman took her hand in his and rumbled soothingly. "Protective, I can handle."
Their tender moment was interrupted by the passing serving girl who, in a not-so-charming uncultured accent, asked, "Cans I git ya two lovebirds anythin'?"
Embarrassed, Kahroan stammered, "Y-yes!" He regained his composure and ordered drinks and, for himself, a warm stew.
While they waited, and while they ate, the state of companionable silence that they often shared returned. The occasional tender gaze and gentle squeeze of each other's hand were all they needed.
The following morning...
The two had a lot to do before noon, when the caravan was set to arrive. First, at the arms & armor shop, Kahroan sold back the cheap spear he had used to slay the bear. He then bought something better and a few pieces of plain steel armor that his newfound strength would allow him to move around in as nimbly as leather.
By the time they bought fresh travel supplies, the small trade caravan had pulled into the sleepy town early. It soon became a bustle of activity as goods were delivered, received, loaded, and unloaded in the never-ending cycle of commerce.
As they stepped back onto the street, they saw a scholarly-looking trader approaching the tavern. Kahroan looked at River and nodded. "Looks like it's showtime."
