DON'T YELL

And through a few turns and rounds that they made they stood before an inn, located in some oblivious lane that was lit up bright enough in comparison to where she was not long ago rescued from. The inn like place perhaps was the separate suite sort of room that he had got the key from Jure Grando, which was merely the reception for individual rooms like this one to reside at. There was a stoned pathway, a sort of trail covered by grassroots on both sides leading up to the door of the seemingly luxurious place of stay.