"Some people take a slower route to maturing," he says, with a lilt that he might be one of them, albeit by a darker path, which has found its way into the twilight.

The dog lifts its head, sniffing at Luz and thumping its tail, friendly. The innkeeper keeps one eye on Wesker as he speaks to Luz. "Got some fresh, from apples just in season."

Wesker takes down his hood. "Might I request a bottle of red wine if there's any at hand?"

The innkeep discreetly makes a gesture, almost like something magical. "Got some of last year's vintage left, if that would please yer palate."