[ Since his arrival, Rand has made ever certain not to draw any attention to himself — shaving that identifying red crop of hair had clearly been the first and most drastic step, rendering him that much more innocuous within the winding confines of the Foregate. But the rest of the world, his friends included, believe him to be dead, so as far as he's concerned, no one is looking for him. As an unassuming innkeeper, no one affords her more than a passing glance.

Fortunately, tonight at least, she's ensured that the only one who'll be looking at her is the one whose attention she desires the most. ]

I am.

[ Once he closes himself into the room, that door shut behind him, she leans forward, uncrossing her legs, but doesn't vacate her perch on his bed, gaze unapologetically drinking him in. ]

You see, my latest tenant is a bit late on paying me coin for his room. And if he doesn't have it today, well, then... [ She sucks her teeth gently, feigning concern. ] I'll simply have to take my payment another way.