The main floor of the inn that was further inside the hideout was practically dead, with the exception of an elderly man and a very thin young woman - the latter of whom was too busy scrubbing something on the floor to notice the two strangers who entered the door.
The man looked up from his position at the bar counter, setting down a tray of dirty dishes before wiping his hands on his apron and smiling. He then came to a pause as soon as he realized that he could not recognize these people, especially the heavily dressed girl in a hoodie and a pair of sunglasses - they must be those newcomers that Efran told them about.
"Welcome, fellow survivors! Glad you made it! And you are here under the name of?" the bartender greeted with a lighthearted tone, asking to confirm his presumption.
"Efran. We were brought here by Efran yesterday," Zen answered while running a hand through his hair.
