She’d preferred breaking up physical fights as opposed to settling squabbles between two customers who’d happened upon the inn. Balancing the books did nothing good for her mood either. With the staff all set for the night, Hestia was free — finally. And she knew the exact place she was going to head to.

It didn’t take long to get ready, at least not with the aid of magic. Doffing all the layers of her outfit down to her corset and drawers, she traded her skirts for trousers, and her shirt for a shorter version of a chemise that she tucked into the belted waist. She kept her hair up in its bun and eventually made her way downstairs to the basement to wait. A few taps of her wand saw the pitcher and glasses in the corner fill themselves, and she readied the room by arranging the cushions. She was gathering everything they might need (salves, bandages, the last of her stores of pepper up potion) when the door to the basement opened and she turned around.

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