Before Adam knew it, he was following Yann and the musician down the corridor above the bar.
A thick silence hung in the air, their steps echoing against the closed doors flanking them. He could even catch snippets of what happened behind a few. A man throwing up after yesterday's hangover and cursing his bad luck with the cards. The creak of a bed, soft moans, and honeyed whispers. From another, hushed voices filtered through—low, urgent, and laced with danger.. Whatever they were saying was clearly not for him or anyone to hear.
Unsatisfied with being kept in the dark, he leaned toward Yann's ear, his voice barely audible. "Who's that man, and why the multicolored cape?"
Yann's eyes darted between Adam and the man for a second. Then, he covered his mouth, whispering. "Not people you want to offend, lad."
