Novel & Cerita The Innkeeper

The place looks so old and scary outside but when you go inside it's quite nice and also clean. "Wow... I wasn't expecting the house to look so great inside. I thought it would be so dark and dirty but it seems well maintained." "I have someone clean this place every two weeks. The electricity and water are also working so you can stay here for a while if you want." Tyler said. "How about you?" "I have to go back, the company needs me..." He said. "But Rhyan will be there waiting for you." "I'm not scared of him. So don't worry and just let me know when you're ready to come and face him, okay? I'll be there for you..." He said softly.

Phoenix asked for clarification on his last question. My eyes snapped back to focus on the innkeeper. He had said something about the rooms not being enough. Surely he didn’t mean that there was no place for us to stay? If that was the case then why did he take my money from me in the first place? The innkeeper's eyes moved from the rest of us and rested on Phoenix. “I see you’re the husband.” He said with a click of his tongue. “Husband?” Phoenix asked. He sounded as confused as he should be.

“There ain’t enough land around us to build a parking lot,” Lola looked around at the quaint but not newly renovated Inn. What other choice did they have? She gratefully accepted the key and Ash paid for the room. They walked down the carpeted corridor and up a few steps to get to their room. “It’s really quiet for a packed Inn,” Lola argued. “They’re probably asleep, not everyone is on a mission to save their kidnapped husband.” Ash reminded. It looked like the Inn was run by hunters judging by the hung animal heads and the skin carpets in the room.

The horse slowly continued down the road, sensing that something isn`t right. When they reached the hill, the merchant knew exactly what it was. The remains of camp or a battle, he wasn`t sure…nor did he wanted to know. He turned, mounted his horse and went into the other direction. The Long Road, they call it. It certainly earned that name. Somewhere high above him, on rocky edge, hidden among two sides of the mountain stood an inn, old and freshly repaired, but still it was an inn. He hurried his horse. The inn was large, it had three of four floors, he couldn’t tell. It was getting larger and larger with each passing feet. He dismounted. Two large, but rundown, wooden doors loomed over hi

The innkeeper tried to keep the patrons at bay but they were demanding payments for the money they lost. “I’m really sorry but there are only two of us who work here. No one else works here and we didn’t knock on anyone’s door last night.” The innkeeper explained. If that was the case then someone must’ve snuck in last night and pretended to be the innkeeper. The people were getting restless and violent. They demanded their money back but the innkeeper was at a loss on what to do. Suddenly, I saw a suspicious patron slowly slipping away from the crowd. I followed hi

Calhoun stared at the old man for his strange descriptive ability. "He is an innkeeper. One of the best in town. But he would charge you a lot of money, and I doubt you would be able to get a peaceful rest at night." Calhoun scrunched his face. "Why is that?" "Because, you know..." The man said, wiggling his brows suggestively. Calhoun didn't know what the man was talking about, and the look the old human was giving him was beginning to get on his nerves. Noticing that Calhoun didn't understand what he was saying, the old man sighed and looked at him drily.

The inn sat at the edge of a small village, nestled in a valley between the final ridges of the Carpathian Mountains. It was a humble place, built of gray stone and dark timber, with a sloping roof that had weathered centuries of snow and rain. The innkeeper was a thin woman with tired eyes and a missing tooth, and she asked no questions when Elif paid for a room. She simply handed over a key and pointed toward the stairs.

“Follow me. There’s an empty room at the end of the hall. Not big, but enough for the three of you.” Marissa looked at Aurora with gratitude, her eyes glistening. They followed the innkeeper down a narrow corridor with cold cement floors. The smell of damp wood lingered, but for them, it was far better than hiding on the streets. When they reached the room, the door was opened, revealing a simple bed, a small table, and a window with a thin curtain. Aurora quickly helped Marissa lay Reynaldo down on the bed. Meanwhile, the innkeeper added in a wary tone, “I don’t care what your business is. As long as you pay on time, I won’t as

the owner grumbled, rubbing his eyes, "Have you lost your mind, old man?" "You fool! I've brought you paying customers at last!" the old man retorted sharply. "Really?" The innkeeper's eyes widened as he shook off the remnants of his drowsiness, standing up and adjusting his dishevelled appearance. "Ah, esteemed guests, welcome! It's fifty coppers per person for a night's stay. And if you fancy dinner, it's seventy coppers per head!" With a newfound energy and a hint of hospitality, the innkeeper extended his welcome, eager to cater to the unexpected visitors and make the most of this rare opportunity for business.

Warm light from the windows, the sound of voices from inside, a sign above the door that had probably said something once and now just gestured in the direction of meaning. Inside was full and warm and loud in the comfortable way of a room where people have been eating and drinking long enough to relax into it. The innkeeper was behind the bar, a broad man with a cloth over his shoulder and the expression of someone who had seen enough arrivals to have developed a standard procedure for them. He looked at us as we came in. "Evening." he said, in the tone of someone waiting to find out what kind of problem we were going to be. "Evening." Kaelen said, stepping t