Chapter 52: Passing through, huh?

Adrian and Lilith approached the Rusty Spoon Inn cautiously. The sun was beginning its descent, casting long shadows over the town, giving the inn a warm, inviting glow. The yellow light on the map had drawn them back, and they couldn't ignore it.

They stepped inside, their eyes scanning the room as they adjusted to the dim light. 

The inn was just as they had left it—cozy, bustling with the quiet hum of conversation, and filled with the comforting scent of roasting meat and freshly baked bread. 

The same patrons sat in their usual spots, their faces a mix of curiosity and disinterest as they noted the arrival of the two travelers.

Before they could take another step, the familiar clinking sound of metal echoed across the room, announcing the approach of Brass. The innkeeper's assistant greeted them with his customary wide grin, his brass balls jingling lightly as he walked.