After signing the contract and returning to the inn, Cailan spent a brief while chatting with the centaur barkeep before sticking a mote of courage to the sticking place and venturing up the stairs. Mages often did not like to be disturbed, and ladies did not take entirely kindly to it atimes either. It would probably be best not to ambush her unawares in the midst of her laundry- not least of which because he wasn't entirely certain how many changes of robe she had, and it would not at all do if she was in her skivvies. He knocked, firmly but briefly, in the hopes that she might be receptive to light conversation, but was ready to turn for the bar at any moment.
There was the sound of the door being unlocked, and then it opened, slowly. Kithri was not in sight; the door had seemingly opened on its own, though if Cailan was alert he might catch the sight of a spectral hand on the doorknob before it promptly vanished.
Kithri was seated at the desk, with a couple of unfurled scrolls besi