The innkeeper was an exceptionally obese old woman, somewhat surprisingly, with two heads, one of which was held high with golden hair tied up, deep set eyes, and a pair of blue irises filled with wariness. The other head had its eyes closed, hair disheveled, emitting soft snores.
Jane stared at the two distinct heads on her neck, somewhat curious. But she quickly realized that this was extremely impolite behavior. She reined in her gaze and made a polite greeting to the other party.
"Good afternoon, ma'am, my friends and I would like to stay here for one night and will leave early tomorrow morning,"
The proprietor stared at Jane for quite a while, until Jane started to feel uneasy, before she indifferently responded, "Sorry, we are fully booked. Please find somewhere else to stay."
"Uh..."
Jane looked around the deserted inn, saw dust on the tables and cobwebs in the corners. It didn't look like it was bustling with business to the point of being full.
