All Is Fair in Hate
"Are there any fighters here?" Your eyes rove the crowd within the inn and then draw back to look at the innkeeper. He shakes his head, frowning.
"Lady, you've come to the wrong place. The people here are cowards! Cowards! They're so scared of things that they come here at night and go home in the day where they sleep until night comes again. You best go to Eavesboro if you're looking for warriors. I've heard they have some fine lads there." The innkeeper used a wet towel to whip the hand of a drunk reaching for a fresh bottle of brandy. "You want it, you buy it!"
You don't stick around to see the rest of the scene. Muttering a soft 'thanks' to the innkeeper, you brave the crowd once more and emerge at the doors.
"To Eavesboro we go." You say to Daisuk, mounting, and gliding into the night once more.
"Lady, you've come to the wrong place. The people here are cowards! Cowards! They're so scared of things that they come here at night and go home in the day where they sleep until night comes again. You best go to Eavesboro if you're looking for warriors. I've heard they have some fine lads there." The innkeeper used a wet towel to whip the hand of a drunk reaching for a fresh bottle of brandy. "You want it, you buy it!"
You don't stick around to see the rest of the scene. Muttering a soft 'thanks' to the innkeeper, you brave the crowd once more and emerge at the doors.
"To Eavesboro we go." You say to Daisuk, mounting, and gliding into the night once more.