Seiji wandered around the village after asking the kids about the village chief's house. They pointed him to a small, sturdy home near the center of the village. Walking up to the door, he knocked twice and called out, "Excuse me, is anyone home?"
After a moment, an elderly man with a stern, weathered face opened the door, his eyes narrowing in suspicion as he sized Seiji up. "What do you want, traveler?" the village chief asked, his voice gruff.
"I was hoping to find a place to sleep for the night," Seiji said, trying to keep his tone respectful. "I spoke with the guard, and he mentioned you might know of a place. If not, maybe the village hall?"
The chief's face remained unmoved. "The hall's not for resting," he said flatly. "We use it for meetings and storage. Can't let just anyone sleep there."
Seiji frowned, his patience tested. "Alright, so how can I find a place for tonight?" he pressed.
