"I am definitely skipping the parade to build a new bedframe," Amaya responded, just as resolute, because she did not have Irene come all this way (via portal but still!) just to have them sleep in an inn. Where there'd be other people. That also cost money, even if Graham had been footing the bill himself with all the money he'd saved up from his Emporium job. It was the principle of the matter.

And then she sighed, shaking her head. "They're nothing to worry about," she said. "They're all stalag- with no -mite. A bunch of do-nothing, no-good laze-abouts with nothing better to do than hold meeting and eat snacks and destroy all my hard work."

Well, Amaya, maybe if you weren't such a bloody scab.....

"And, by the way, you know that nice little paycheck I was supposed to be getting out of this? They dropped off about half of it and now they're trying to renegotiate my contract. The only reason they're even in talks still is because of the bridge trolls, but after this tournament? Daventry can't afford me anymore, that's for sure."

Which was....definitely a bit worrying. Weren't they supposed to have a neverending chest of gold in their treasury? Something definitely didn't smell right in the Kingdom of Daventry, if you asked her.