From MC's perspective:
East City, shabby inn,
Late at night, a group of level-5 wizards approached the inn. The same feeble old man is sitting behind the counter.
"Hey, geezer!"
"What happened to the fat sheep?" One of the level-5 wizards asked. He has a thick beard with a small scar on his left face.
The old man wasn't surprised by their presence. Though it was like a random routine.
"The fat sheep is inside. He doesn't seem to be strong," he added.
"Harumph!"
"If he is that strong, then what's the point of coming to this shabby inn," The wizard snorted before instructing his group to enter inside.
Seeing that four people are entering the inn one by one.
The old man thought of something before saying, "Hey, make it noiseless." He knew four of them were weird magic users.
They have a quite matching ability to handle dirty tasks.
Soon, four of them arrived before the room.
