Novel & Cerita The Innkeeper

“If all he wants is money, maybe we’ll be left alone here.” She did have a point. A hopeful, optimistic one. “No. They’ll find a way to mess with us.” I looked around as we approached our lodgings. There were a couple of druids hanging about. “If not directly, some faction or other. Don’t get sloppy.” A pointless thing to say to a group who saw sloppy as a high-water mark they could only dream of attaining. The inn was called The Bull Rush and it was owned by a married couple. She dealt with the guests and organising the staff, he stayed in the kitchen and took care of the food preparation.

Behind the bar a thick man looked up from the dough he was kneading. "'Ello traveler, 'ow can I 'elp you" he said in an accent even thicker than the last man. His smile showed good teeth, not normally the type you saw in the regular country folks mouths. "I'm looking for a room to rent, just for the night and preferably one without fleas" Boro said back showing the man his own smile. The innkeeper frowned slightly. "No room of mine 'as fleas good sir, me wife takes great care to keep a clean 'ouse"

“You do? Oh, thank goodness, I wasn’t sure this entire time.” He gets out of the car, shaking his head at my terrible attempt at joking. I’m still a little nervous about this weekend trip, and it seems my anxiety is bringing in terrible jokes to hide behind. I scold myself as we exit the car and get to the front desk inside. I look around, realizing just how quiet it is. “Where is everyone?” I wonder aloud. If this place has no vacancy, how come it's barren? “You’re everyone,” the innkeeper says. “Just the two of you tonight.” He clears his throat. “Mr. Johnson I presume?”

A man I haven’t seen before says to us, and with the way Gunther’s face falls, I think he’s the Inn Keeper Indignation rushes to my veins like molten metal, screams and shouts and profanities claw at my throat until I have to grind my teeth just to be quiet. “Come now,” The redhead steps in “We’re all friends here, aren’t we?” He turns to me, and I hold his gaze. I can so vividly imagine slapping him across the face, my palm itches. He grins at me. “If the girl apologizes, I have no problem with them staying at my father’s property.” He says haughtily “From here, all the way to the capital, we own every inn and resthouse. I wouldn’t want such a pretty face to get haggard from fatigue.”

Staring wide-eyed at the sword, the innkeeper could help but gulp before meekly saying, “I-I’ll talk…! Just don’t hurt me…! Look, Mr. Panther and I are partners! He started this inn and I’m responsible for managing it! Every time someone stays at the inn, I’ve to inform him about it! With that done, what usually follows is that I’ll use my bewitching incense to make the customers fall into a deep slumber… And when they wake up, they'll find themselves under his control! By that point, Mr. Panther can freely begin extorting money from the customers!” As it turned out, the inn they had chosen to stay in belonged to some kind of gangster who extorted his customer

“I wanted you to see me before you saw the title.” “I did,” she murmured. --- By dusk, they reached a border outpost—a weathered inn tucked between jagged rocks. Lanterns swayed at the entrance, and smoke curled from the chimney. Albert held the door. “They know me here. You’ll be safe.” Inside, warmth wrapped around them. A few traders sat at tables, murmuring over stew and cider. The innkeeper—a short woman with streaked gray hair—smiled at Albert. “Alpha. We didn’t expect you.”

Syrana walked up to him, Kye followed close behind her. “I want to make an enquiry about some guest you have accommodated.” “The identity and information of the guests who stay here is not something I should be giving out to just anybody.” He replied without bothering to lift his head up to see who had just spoken to him. Syrana turned to Kye who nodded and brought out a small sack bag attached to his waist and dropped it noisily on the counter, the sound of several metal coins hitting against each other drew the inn keeper’s attention and he looked up to the sack, his eyes lit up briefly before he looked to Syrana and Kye standing protectively behind her. He smiled and let go of the rag in

My landlord's name was Leah Burke. She was in her early 20s and had a smoking hot body with delightfully smooth skin. Leah often donned dresses of various designs. Whenever she passed by, I could vaguely see the lacey texture of her underwear. It had been almost a month since I moved in, but she never greeted me whenever we saw each other. She was quite a standoffish beauty. This afternoon, I signed a big business deal. It delighted my boss so much that he had me get off work early as a reward. Little did I expect to see my gorgeous landlord outside my apartment door.

There was another down the road, a smaller one, less known. He continued down the road. He was in luck, the inn was half empty. Albin entered. The innkeeper looked up from his barrel of pickles and measured him from head to toe. "What do you want?" the innkeeper asked. "As usual, if I am not mistaken." "Yes," the sorcerer replied. "In a jiffy, you know me," the innkeeper smiled. "After all these years, who doesn't," the sorcerer returned the smile. He found a faraway table to sit. Moments later, the innkeeper came and served him the meal. Eggs and bacon burnt black,

He would be able to sense the danger in this if his head was any clearer, but he had lost himself to hedonism long before for any of that. At the same time. The innkeeper knocked on Wilbur's door shakily. Wilbur opened the door to a positively distressed innkeeper. "Gentlemen, I don't think you should stay here any longer. Please leave while you can." "Why?" asked Wilbur. The innkeeper looked incredulous. "Are you seriously asking me that? Do you even know who you just pissed off?" "Yeah. Felix Cohen. What about it?"