"Yeah. Knock on wood," says Leon, idly tapping his knuckles against one of the wooden beams holding up the rafters above them. This will do absolutely nothing to prevent any of the incoming bullshit of the next two months, but it does make him feel slightly better in that way of indulging small superstitions.

"Anyway, you need any help getting home from here? Or are you still staying in the inn? I'd be happy to keep playing bodyguard if you need one."

All in a day's work, after all.