Luke and Ilyrana made their way down the crowded streets of Admiral, the evening air cooling as dusk settled in. Every inn they passed seemed to be bustling, the windows glowing warmly from within, yet every sign they saw had the same frustrating word plastered across it: Full.
The first inn they approached had a lively atmosphere, its lanterns glowing brightly as laughter and music spilt onto the street. Luke stepped up to the counter, where a stout innkeeper with a bushy beard served drinks.
"Do you have any rooms available?" Luke asked, trying to keep his voice calm despite the growing weariness in his bones.
The innkeeper gave him an apologetic shake of the head.
"Sorry, lad, we're packed to the rafters tonight. Got traders and merchants from all over, here for the big market. You'll be hard-pressed to find an empty bed in this city."
"Thanks anyway," Luke sighed and nodded.
