C159 I Have a Suite at the Top of the Mountain

Bedelia and Rohan stepped onto the street and hailed a taxi.

"Where to, young man?"

The driver, a portly middle-aged man, let his gaze linger on Bedelia for a full three seconds before reluctantly shifting his attention to Rohan as they settled into the car.

"Spring Mountain," Rohan stated flatly.

"Spring Mountain?" The driver blinked in surprise. "You must be from out of town