The Wandering Inn Novels & Stories

I said, hoping I didn't sound picky. They had no idea that Kavan was royalty, but since I know he is, I really couldn't be sure if he could stay in a place like this. Iris turned to me, her eyes scanning the surroundings, before replying, "If your friend had any sense, he would be in a place like this for his own safety and security. This inn is the best spot for those who don't belong to the pack or wish to remain hidden. It's literally an accommodation for rogues, criminals, or unaccepted foreigners," she explained, and something about hearing her explanation made me feel worse.

One of the Duke’s guards, a man named Boris, opened the small window at the front. "Your Grace! The pass is blocked by a fresh rockfall, and the wind is too high for the horses. There’s an inn about a mile back. It’s a rough place, but it’s the only shelter before the blizzard hits." Kaelen cursed under his breath. "Fine. Turn back. We stay at the inn." The "Inn of the Broken Wheel" was exactly what the guard had described: rough. It was a squat stone building with a sagging roof, sitting alone on the edge of a cliff. Inside, the air was thick with the smell of cheap ale and unwashed bodies.

he said patting his stomach. Wen Ro glanced down at his stomach. “are you sure? Your tummy looks like a pregnant oysters tummy.” “that’s just the food. It will all get absorbed into my muscles,” he said patting his head. “let’s find a inn to settle down. The next morning, we shall continue our shopping,” “sure~” Wen smiled widely. Bai Wren found out a small inn that was close to the border of the town. The room was cheap but it was very clean and run by a young woman.

"hmm... maybe an inn. Do you have any suitable recommendations for me?" I was already quite tired for the day, and it was getting late. It would be better to rest and continue tomorrow. After all, it was only my first day in this world, so I decided to take it easy. "The Red Moon Inn might be suitable for you if you're going to become an adventurer since it's affiliated with the Adventurer's Guild." "Alright, let's go to that inn." "Oh, Vans, I can only accompany you to the inn. It's getting late, and my family is probably waiting for me at home. Also, thanks for the money you gave me today."

Despite how prosperous it was just two months ago, that luster was now long gone. "Did the outlanders do this? Why would they destroy the inn?" Mya frowned and looked around. Adrian had predicted that the inn was somehow in communication with residents within the desert, but he was not sure whether the inn had been intentionally built for this purpose. The Steedtens running the place were gone, so he would probably never find out the answer. It was getting late and daylight was quickly fading. At this moment, Adrian suddenly spotted a shadow moving inside the abandoned inn. Strider detected the shadow as well and swiftly ran over, pinning the person to the floor.

"I also need lodging for one horse." I looked around the first floor of the inn as Fynn made deals and got directions to a stall for Alastor. He handed some money to the innkeeper and continued whatever discussion they were having. It looked like a scene from one of those corny medieval theme parks, or low-budget streaming series. Wood beams and plaster walls, an enormous fireplace on the other end of the building, and a scattering of tables and chairs cluttered the floors. There was a bartender using a rag to wipe down a walnut bar, and two gray-bearded men drinking out of mugs.

“This is the place that recognized Birsha’s description. Ten to one, he’s there.” “It’s a start.” I adjust my hood to keep the rain off my face and lead the way toward the dive. After a short walk and an honestly pretty cheap bribe, we stand in front of the innkeeper as she slurs her way through a description of the man staying under the name “Meadows.” “Stinks o’rogue.” She gestures broadly, meaninglessly. “Hair’s red as embers. Big. Stank o’trouble, too. Tweren’t for t’other one, I wouldn’t ‘ve lettim stay.”

A place they could blend into. As they walked through the town, they found a small inn tucked away on a side street. The sign above the door was faded, the paint peeling, but it felt warm and welcoming. They stepped inside, the soft glow of lanterns casting a golden light over the cozy lobby. An older woman stood behind the counter, her eyes crinkling in a smile as she looked up at them. “Evening,” she greeted, her voice gentle. “Looking for a room?” Nicholas nodded, his hand resting on Lillian’s back. “Yes, please. Just for a few nights.”

“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.

I noticed two of the cows close to the fence, alone, and the mantras of my clan shouted in my mind. Never forage or walk alone near the fences or in the far fields. “Daisy! Quit daydreaming! Roust those layabouts and finish making the beds.” Lady Orva La Plume owned the Inn, which claimed the softest beds in the village. “Yes, Lady Orva.” I obeyed, looking out past the cows one last time to reassure myself they were safe.