XXV
Entering the Inn gave Grain the chills, every person seated drinking, eating or conversing, was more powerful than any officer from Crane. The baseline for power here was vastly different than he was used too.
Long wooden tables littered the inside of the Inn, each filled with burly looking men and grotesque demons, all armed to the teeth.
The room was illuminated by many small lanterns letting off a soft orange light. Shadows flickered off the brick and mortar walls, creating imagination sparking figures. A set of stairs leading to the designated rooms, spiraled up next to a thick counter housing a bar behind it. The bar held a stout woman, maybe in her thirties.
She had a wholesome face and strong muscles from physical labor. The woman had obviously been working hard for the majority of her life, and her stern attitude could be seen by the way she hollered at the patrons.