After a day of riding to the Eastern border, Qu Xing Xu and his group of riders stopped in an inn. It was a small tavern. There were customers drinking on the tables spread across the lobby and a stair was on the farthest left side, where it will lead to a few rooms intended for lodging.
"Good evening, boys." The tavern owner greeted them. She was an old woman with a huge stature that you would mistake her as a woodcutter if not for the skirt that she was wearing.
"Are the rooms upstairs available?" Qu Xing Xu asked. He's entourage was all looking relaxed but in truth, they were all high on alert for a possible ambush.
The tavern owner glanced at him and his entourage. Then, she smiled after seeing the quality of the clothes that they were wearing.
Especially, the clothes that Qu Xing Xu was wearing. Just from a look of it, the tavern owner could tell that the man before her was a person of importance and wealth.
