How to Get Girls, Get Rich, and Rule the World (Even If You're Ugly)

With the tavern keeper too busy selling off his daughter's dignity for two barrels and a dirty promise, I figured maybe it was the perfect time to... explore.

Nothing criminal, of course.Just an investigative stroll.A spontaneous wander. A tactical peek.

Seen calmly from the inside, the tavern looked bigger than it seemed.Not in actual size — in accumulated history.

The dark wood of the walls whispered secrets in every crack. The floor creaked like it remembered the weight of every customer who'd passed through in the last thirty years. There was a hint of hidden mold, old beer dried in the corners, and something sweet in the air — maybe cheap perfume spilled on someone by accident.

I could still hear muffled voices downstairs, deeper in the cellar. Just enough to know no one would notice me.

That's when my eyes landed on the staircase.

I went up.

The steps creaked like they were trying to report every movement, but no one showed up. No voices. No doors opening.

The upper floor was a narrow hallway with a low ceiling, a small window at the end glowing with moonlight. Three doors. The middle one was ajar.And a gentle breeze slipped through it, carrying the scent of something floral and warm — lavender, maybe. Or real soap. A rare luxury in this place.

I moved closer.

Not out of malice. Not on impulse.But out of... applied curiosity.Field research.