Lucien stretched his hands and turned his head in the direction of the inn.
He narrowed his gaze and caught sight of the sleeping players through the window.
On the first floor, the women who had served the players busied themselves in the receiving area.
He tore his gaze and looked at the house next door.
He had looked at these houses earlier this afternoon, and they were full of cobwebs and dust. There are even rats and cockroaches scuttling in the ceiling.
But now, the inside of the houses had traces of human beings. The warm light, the colorful curtains. The clean ceiling and clear paintings on the walls...
"Did you hear the woman say anything else to the players? Aside from inviting them to the temple?"
