ROBBIE'S POV
Brennan and I entered the establishment- just past the fountain there stood the inn, I was told about. It looks just about the same as the other buildings, two lamps are hanging in the either side of the door- lighting the way for possible patrons.
Entering the building we were greeted by the smell of tea and the faint scent of flowers. Aligned with my eyes is a spacious room filled with chairs and tables, most of which are empty and quiet- aside from the occasional sound of cup hitting the wooden table. A single man sitting in the left corner table of the room, silently drinking his tea- he looked normal. With the collar of black overcoat and the teacup held up in his lips as he drank, I could only see his peculiar purple eyes- it was such an unusual color yet undeniably alluring.
