It was an inn. A dirty place but the people didn't seem to mind as they sang along to the people stringing rowdy instruments in one corner.
It was hot and overpacked. Rota had nearly forgotten how this type of place was. It stinks of sweat and vomit. But unlike other inns. This one carried a hint of danger. A readiness to commit destruction was in the eyes of the people here.
As if the people might stop singing and draw their weapons to start fighting anytime. There were also Hunters here. Low levels but still many for the slums as most don't bother to level up at all.
This inn must belong to a gang. Rota thought. Or the Lilly.
People took notice of them and a lot of them started hailing Ash. Calling the old man the ratest rat. Rota deduced that Ash must have been long in the information business to build a name for himself.
