Music Recommendation: Elizabethan Masque- Frederico Bayco
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The passages of the inn weren't too wide and had enough space only for two people to walk at a time. The wooden floor creaked as they walked. Lit lanterns hung at every corner of the corridor, leaving the centre in slight darkness.
Walking up the stairs and now in the corridor, Eve came upon a window and looked outside. The velocity of the wind outside the inn was high, and the snowstorm had begun, making it hard to see anything.
The inn's owner turned and said, "The snowstorm is not going to stop anytime soon. It is good that you were able to arrive here before it started, Sire. What would you like to eat for dinner? Fresh fish was caught this morning and has been charred with lemon. Would you and the lady like to have it along with a drink?"
"We aren't fond of the taste of fish. Do you have fresh blood?" Vincent questioned, and the owner quickly nodded.
