Chapter 115. A Matter of Mood (6)
It didn’t take long before I stopped in front of a white building. A sign hanging above the entrance indicated it was an inn.
Creak.
The thick wooden door groaned as it scraped against the door frame.
A cheerful voice greeted me warmly. "Welcome!"
By now, it was a familiar voice.
Is no one else here?
I glanced around the hall. Unlike last time, there were no men leering at the innkeeper while drinking. Thinking about the chaos in the city, it made sense.
Rumors of one of the Four Great Swordmasters invading had spread, and the city lord had fled in the dead of night. Few would be drinking in peace under such circumstances.
"It’s quiet today," I said.
At my offhand remark, the woman behind the counter smiled faintly. "Oh my, is this your first time here? You act quite familiar."
Her question didn't require a precise answer, so I brushed off her remark. "Who knows?"
After scanning the hall, I turned my gaze toward the innkeeper. She remained as suspicious as ever.