"Luke, are we in the right place?" Meredith asked. A trail of sweat ran down the right side of her forehead, and her eyes clearly expected a denial to her question.
However, the half-wolf looked in both directions of the street to which the city guard had pointed them, and there were definitely no other manor houses. "We are in the right place, but why is this hotel so different from the rest of the town?"
No house in that town had walls, and there were few buildings that had any concrete part, which made the wall of that hotel even more alarming.
Since right in the entrance garden of the place were old tombstones and weeds that were the same height as cornfields, Luke came up with a theory about the origins of that wall.
"Is that a graveyard?" He asked the half-fox.
Meredith turned to Luke with terrified eyes. "Now that you mention it, there were some in Stahurt like that...with walls. That seems to keep tomb robbers from breaking in."