Chapter 179: Tossing and Turning

There was a specific inn that Roan had picked out, inhabiting the section of the city that seemed to be primarily occupied by passing and staying adventures alike with equipment shops and guilds being a frequent sight.

As they arrived at the establishment, there was a wooden porch leading up to the entrance, which Roan led the way, prompting the two to follow behind him.

"This is it?" Emilio asked, looking up at the building.

"It seems a little…" Melisande began to say, looking down at the cracked, wooden floorboards she stepped on.

Seemingly experienced with the establishment, Roan scratched his head with his dark, leather glove, glancing back as he opened the door that jingled, "C'mon, I'm the one paying for our rooms. Trust me, it's a comfortable place."

"...Sure," Emilio nodded.