Aron did not need to ask anybody about how to find an inn; in less than ten minutes, he was walking in the small streets of the town.
Dodging some of the kids that live in the streets who beg and try to pickpocket him, he found a nice place called the Old Fire Inn.
The place looked good enough and, most likely, not too expensive.
"There are some trading caravans and their items in the stables that belong to this inn."
"This shows that the place is good enough for me to stay."
Aron thought, and ignoring three drunk men eyeing him, he entered the inn, pulling the door open.
As Aron entered the inn, the smell of beer and cooked meat brushed past him. He opened his eyes in delight and nodded. There were about thirty tables in the whole inn, and half of them were full.
Most of the tables were used by the trading caravan people and the guard caravans; some tables had single people drinking, and some of them had youngsters who were easy to see and were tired and wanted to rest by drinking.
"It does not look too bad."
Aron walked towards one of the corner tables and sat down. In no time, a young maid, around the age of twenty, came to his table and started talking.
Her voice was calming and easy to hear.
"Hi, mister, What can I get you?"
Aron first asked.
"How much is beer and a meat plate?"
The woman answered after thinking a little bit,
"Beer is one aiwa coin each, and with meat, it will cost you two aiwa coins."
Aron nodded and thought.
"It is cheaper than I thought it was."
Aron then spoke as he smiled.
"I would like one cup of beer and one plate of meat food; also, how are the room prices?"
The woman then added.
"The rooms can be booked weekly; it is two Aiwa coins per week."
Aron then added.
"Okay, I want a room too; here are the coins."
Aron picked up four Aiwa coins from his pocket and gave them to the woman.
The maid woman took the coins and smiled.
"I will bring your food and beer quickly, and I will have the key to your room."
Aron nodded and said nothing.
As he was waiting for his order to arrive, he heard some of the people who belonged to a trading caravan group talking to each other.
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"So, I heard from Old Man Ling that the way to Erendil, the biggest city in the Great Plains, is filled with bandit groups."
A man with one eye spoke; he burped after talking, which was not liked by his friends.
One of the men with a gooey beard answered.
"We are not scared of the bandits; as long as they do not have Pathtakers in their ranks, ordinary bandits with butter knives are not dangerous."
A young man then asked, hearing the man with the goo talking.
"Mister, I heard that Old Man Ling was a Pathtaker; what kind of man was he in his past?"
The gooey-bearded man smiled and looked at the one-eyed man.
"It is best that Old One-Eye tell you about it; he knows him the best."
Old One-Eye nodded after hearing the remark of the goat-bearded man and started talking.
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When the trio were talking, Aron arrived. He looked at the meat, which was nicely cooked and good in size, and smelled the beer.
"Oh, I'm going to help myself."
He said this to himself and then started wolfing down the food and drinking beer as he ate.
As he was eating, he did not forget to listen to the trio.
He knew that every kind of information was important to him, not to mention that the fact that he gained more power through knowledge was still there.
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"So, the Old Man Ling was a monk-type pathtaker; he had three different abilities, one of which was Ghost Hands, which I have seen many times."
The young boy asked.
"Ghost Hands ??"
"What was it like ??"
The young boy showed a curious expression and wanted to know more about it.
Old One-Eye laughed and added.
"He used his abilities to create several gold-colored flying hands and used these hands to fight against his enemies; the people who battled him said that it was like fighting against a man with ten different arms, each arm longer than ten meters."