The rooster crowed, and as the sky began to break at dawn, the inn that was filled to the brim last night had completely quieted down.
All that was left were the broken doors and windows, the disheveled horse trough, the footprints all over the hall, and a man in military attire with a sword box on his back. He sat in front of an eight-immortal table, occasionally writing and drawing on the table with his fingers dipped in wine, the inn unusually silent.
Only then did the shopkeeper dare to come out. He looked around the great hall for a long time but, finding no one else, he gingerly said, "Guest."
"Ah." Li Yan wiped off the water traces before looking towards the shopkeeper.
"This..."
The shopkeeper looked all through the messed-up place with a worried expression.
"Shopkeeper need not worry, bandits made trouble last night, but I've already driven them off."
