"I will assume that the man lives here as a guest and not owner," said Arthur as the two stood in front of the inn. "Have you met them?"
"I have yet to do so, but Layla said it was the owner," said Rain with a pondering expression. "Is it someone you know?"
"She is quite famous around these parts, but it's hard to imagine she was the escapee since she is quite old. In any case, let's go in and find out."
The two walked into the inn, which looked shabbier than before. As soon as they opened the door, they heard a woman's voice whining. Layla was leaning over the counter, begging an old woman who refused to look at her.
"Grandma, this is our best chance to save him!" said Layla as she tightened her grip on the counter's edge. "You would not have another chance to save your son!"
Layla did not notice the two since they hid their presence. However, despite their efforts to remain hidden, Grandma Mo saw them as soon as they entered.
