'Certainly not a place I wanna be in.'
Evan and Eliza thought simultaneously as they quickly moved on, meeting the superluxury inns where both the employees and patrons alike oozed high-class snobbery.
'Mostly foreign nobles and politicians, don't really wanna deal with anyone that may recognize me.'
They saw restaurant-focused inns that prided themselves on cooking, ones that definitely caught Eliza's attention.
Another one offered live music, with hired bands playing inside, their tones leaking out of the building and prompting Evan and Eliza to join in for a bit.
Eventually, they moved on to another high-class luxury hotel with an apartment-like style, and after a few minutes of deliberation, they selected it for their stay.
Soft orange light illuminated everything in the lobby—from the flowers that looked like pearls, to the India ink paintings of mountains on the reddish-brown walls.
"Welcome to the Mahogany Hotel. How may I help you?"