The saviour's cloak

"How do you know that guy?" Osmond asked.

Riley looked at Osmond and went back to look at the road. "You mean Cooper? I used to come around here."

"For what?" Osmond asked curiously.

"Well, my family lives around here," he said smiling.

The inn was in the middle of the town. It was a maroon two-storied building. A board hung in front with a bed engraved on it.

They opened the door and went to the counter. The receptionist was a brunette with cream-coloured skin and thick red lips. Her bosoms were large and heavy and she wore a dark green dress. Her hair was tied in a bun to her behind. Her brown eyes looked up when she heard the sound of the door.

"Hello, what can I do for you?" She asked bowing.

"Hello, get us a room with two beds. One large another small if possible," Riley said and placed some coins on the counter.

"You are lucky. We have a room for you," she took the coins and counted.