As soon as Chirla took the upstairs, she saw a man with had wide physique stood up in front of the wooden door. Where Grim and the others were peacefully resting.
"Mr. Harun, what are you standing in that door? Isn't your room." Chirla said with a polite tone, as he thought this middle-aged man overlooked his room since he was obviously drunk.
"Stay away from here, Chirla. I will just teach some lesson to the adventurers inside this room." Harun said with a gruff tone, while in his grasp was the grimoire so he could cast his magic skill.
"Mr. Harun, please get back to your room. This food is for the adventurers inside this room." Chirla said with worried eyes.
"Don't worry, Chirla. I'm just scared them a bit."
Then suddenly his red grimoire elevated in front of him, then Harun selected a skill that he will use. So he could still control his mana to wouldn't destroy this inn.
"Fire creation magic"
[Fire wings!]
