The True Face Of The Merchant
The moment the party walked into the nameless inn, they were greeted by a surprisingly normal interior–much closer to that of the Boartooth, the place appeared and even felt quite comfortable. A counter for drinks, a hall with wooden tables and chairs, and a lone set of stairs leading up with a closer look at a dusty chandelier halfway to the upper floor.
"Very very welcome to you all," bowing in greeting as soon as the party entered, the owner of the place–a human female not even tall enough to reach their knees, welcomed them in. As she raised her head and glanced around with a faint smile, that expression and warmth were quickly whisked away when her eyes landed on Mercedes. "And…you too, I suppose."
'What's that about?' Raven wondered but decided to keep the questions sheathed.