Chapter 377: Controlled Goodnight Kiss
The city was bustling, filled with merchants unloading goods, sailors drinking and gambling in the open streets, and townsfolk bargaining over the freshest catches of the day.
Alaric tightened his grip on Salviana’s waist as they walked past a particularly rowdy group of sailors shouting over a card game.
Jean looked around with interest. "Damn, this place is alive. I see why he praised the place but I wonder why he had to come poach us."
Their guide turned slightly, flashing a grin. "Wyfhaven’s famous—it’s always moving. Merchants from all over trade here. Money flows, and if you know where to look, opportunity does too. But it’s too expensive, people don’t come while you lots looked like you could afford luxry"
Lucius gave him a sidelong glance. "You seem to know a lot."
"I make it my business to." The man chuckled but didn’t elaborate.
Finally, they arrived at a large, two-story building with a slanted roof and a painted wooden sign that read ’Wyfwharf Inn.’ The inn was a mix of class and chaos—a place meant for travelers, but also where secrets changed hands over ale and whispered conversations.
The windows glowed warmly from the inside, and the sound of laughter and clinking mugs spilled out as they stepped onto the wooden porch.
The guide pushed open the door, gesturing for them to enter. "Welcome to the best inn in Wyfhaven."
The moment they walked in, the energy shifted. Conversations momentarily slowed, heads turned, and eyes flickered toward them—some curious, some wary. This was a place where everyone watched everyone.
Alaric immediately took note of every possible exit. Lucius stayed close to Jean, his usual smirk fading into quiet observation.