The Wandering Inn Novels & Stories

Kiran, on the other hand, barely seemed bothered. "There." He pointed towards a two-story inn nestled between a bakery and a tailor’s shop. The words 'The Oak Hearth' barely visible under the rain's relentless assault. "Still looks the same." Kiran remarked. "This is the inn you talked about?" He nodded. Moving forward whilst dripping of rain water. An older woman behind the counter raised a brow. "You two look like you've wrestled the sea itself." Kiran smirked, shaking out his wet hair. "Feels about right. We need food, a room, preferably one with a bath and a couple of clothes for her and I."

I closed my eyes and connected my vision to that of the bird, making it possible for me to see through the bird's eyes. " Follow my master to anywhere he goes to", I whispered to the bird and freed it into the air, watching as my master playfully disappeared into the distance, while the bird followed suit. I needed to find an Inn to stay at, before it will be booked by the packs rushing into the city. I went into an Inn with an awkward name: Ramyeon Inn. I wondered who would have the mind to name an Inn after Ramyeon - noodles. I ventured inside and bought a room to stay in. After making the payment, I was led to a room that featured minimalist design, with wooden floors and walls, covered i

Natalia’s POV The light wound up leading us to a small, nondescript inn with a sign that read “Rusty’s Rest” at the edge of a narrow and winding roadway. It had worn wooden siding and an inviting yellow glow through the dusty old windows. We were all surprised to come across any sign of civilization in a place that felt so remote and far from home, but the rain had picked up by then, making us all shiver, so we hurried inside. The air inside the inn was warm and smelled like beer and fresh soup. There were several wooden tables and a fireplace, but there was no one else inside except for an older woman behind the counter.

I didn't need to question him and almost immediately did what he had instructed, limping behind me, tryinyto meet his rapid strides. Finally, after what felt like hours of walking, we got out of a forest down to a narrow road. And when we walked even deeper through the road, we got to an Inn. My brows knotted in confusion as I stared at the inn. It looked abandoned, like it had not been occupied by anyone for years, the roofs were already broken, dangling on nails that hardly held them down.

He has me wrapped around his little finger. "You know, this was the only available inn on such short notice," Virin began defensively, backing away from everyone. "It belongs to an old couple with a strict principle: they only rent rooms to families. So... I might have said we're a bunch of married couples." The silence that followed was almost comical.

I found myself reduced to sneaking into the common rooms of Inns and eating the scraps that fell off the table. This continued for days, I lived like a vagabond, roaming about homelessly. Each time I was sure I've visited all the Inn in a town and no one accepted to offer me a job, I'd move to the next town and continue the process. I had to sneak into the stables of some Inn and some Manor to sleep, when the night became too cold sometimes.

But thank the heavens I was right, cause I would have left and to go wait in the car. I grabbed myself a seat at the counter. There was a bowl of punch on the counter... a couple of plastic cups on the floor and others on the counter. A spill of the drink on the counter but nothing major. This was paradise compared to the living room, which was nothing less of a pigsty mess. All I needed to calm my nerves and get my head out of yesterday's events was listen to a bit of music... And I'm grateful that the songs on Casey's phone weren't all completely bogus!

I hope we can find a place to stay for the night. They wandered through the quiet town until they spotted a cosy inn with a sign that read ‘The Desert Rose Inn.’ The innkeeper welcomed them warmly and offered them a room with a view of the starlit desert. In their room, the window revealed a breathtaking sight—the sky in the desert at night in August was a canopy of midnight blue, adorned with countless stars like a brilliant celestial tapestry. A crescent moon hung low, casting a soft glow over the landscape. Callie couldn’t help but sigh as she gazed at the night sky. ‘It’s so beautiful, isn’t it?’

“As I said when we first met, I’m looking for someone. I was told the person I was looking for was in this city. However, I have no idea who I’m looking for, nor do I know where to find him.” Her small face pinched into a frown. She looked at me, but it was clear she wasn’t seeing me. She was thinking about something. Her face lit up, and she drummed her legs with pure thrill. “Maybe you should go to the Wanderer! It’s a tavern. Every traveller stops there when they’re in this city. You’ll find every kind of traveller there. They all go to that place because you can get valuable information from fellow visitors. It’s a bit shady, but you should go there! I could ask for Lucas to accompany yo

Boro said in reply as he turned and walked in the direction given. The inn was small and nondescript, with only two floors it was still rather big for a small town like this. A sign hung outside the inn, a picture of a pumpkin with hands, legs and a drooling face on its partially smashed head. The pumpkin held a half full pitcher in its hands. The Smashed Pumpkin it was called. Boro smiled at the name and opened the door to the inn. It smelled of spices and burning wood inside the inn. For a wonder it was nearly empty at this time of day, but a few drunkards could be seen sitting alone in their cups even now. Behind the bar a thick man looked up from the dough he was kneading.