"Hey it's okay, it's okay. I'm not going to talk about the tavern, none of us will, " Jahora said gesturing around the room "not if you don't want us to. Right guys?" He sat down on the couch were Rose had been and finished off his pie that had started to go cold.
Jahora sighed, "I already told her we were at my place, but I suppose I could elaborate. I we're in the slums, the room behind my shop. There's accommodation upstairs, although there may not be enough spare room for all of you; some of you may have to share."
Jahora leaned back and stareted tapping his foot softly. Yeah right she's not important! I'll pry your mother out of you someday Rose.
Jahora stood up and caught Rose as she paced into him "I'd be disappointed if this is all just an illusion, I was kind of getting to like you guys." He looked her in the eyes and said "your not in the asylum, your in my home. And you won't go back to the asylum, not alone at least; I mean, I wouldn't be in the least surprised if Selene managed to put us all there together." He grimaced at the thought, then muttered "There's no telling what that girl will do to you."
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