[ Seraphina's POV ]
The inn was the tallest building on the outskirts of the town, its back was only a narrow street away from the outside wall.
Grosk got us rooms; for me, him, and his soldier who survived my feeding session with lizard bandits and anyone else who stood in my way. I later found out that the soldier's name was Kuro.
My room was on the third floor which allowed me a good view of the street below. It reminded me of old cowboy movies I watched as a child. The street was made of red clay and dirt, and the sunset made everything redder.
The room provided no comfort beyond basics: a twin-sized bed, a table with two chairs, one armoire, and a basin which I assumed would be filled with water at some point so I could freshen up. Armoire had an extra pillow and blankets. That was it.
I wondered if they get outsiders often or if this was how lizard people lived. Shouldn't they live in a cave or under a rock?
