Clenching her bag tightly beside her, Elysia continued to make her way further, looking over her shoulder as she could see other people moving around her, but none of them were the young man who had stopped her.
Even though, the man appeared nice and polite to her there was something unsettling about the man. Elysia had to change her mind about the inn she had planned to stay in and go a bit further because of that man.
After walking through two alleys, Elysia's found herself on a less busier street. There were a few houses there with light touches lit at the front of each house. One of the buildings caught her eyes as it was an inn, the two story building covered in brown paint.
She walked up to the building and pushed the door open, the warmth of the parlor engulfed her. Elysia made her way to an elderly man who seemed like a worker as he was wiping the window with a cloth.