Madness

"Welcome to our Inn, are you a gu—Deigo, what happened?" A lizard-tailed woman, a Lizarn, to be precise, stepped forward to reach out for the brawny Lizarn teenager.

"Hmpf!" Deigo slapped away her hand and was about to yell at her when he suddenly froze and glanced back at Varian.

Gnashing his teeth, he said. "H-He's a friend of mine. He'll stay here for a while."

"Oh. Another friend? I'm Garcia, his mother. Please come in." Garcia welcomed Varian inside the shabby two-storied building with an awkward smile.

The wooden doors, with too many irregular cavities, hung loosely and seemed ready to break off at any moment. But when he did enter the Inn, they thankfully only creaked too much and didn't break.

The interior was surprisingly tidy. There were a few cobwebs here and there and numerous strong stains on the walls and floor. Intuition told Varian that they came from blood.