Seiji strolled through the busy marketplace, eyeing the two inns situated near the heart of the town. Both seemed decent from the outside, offering a comfortable respite after his long day of running and avoiding trouble. His body ached, and all he wanted was a place where he could rest, shower, and get a good night's sleep.
As he glanced at the signs, he noticed that both inns charged the same rate: 20 copper per night. Reasonable enough, he thought, though now came the decision of choosing between them.
The first inn, The Silver Harp, had a quaint charm to it. The building was made of sturdy stone, with vines creeping up its side, giving it a rustic, almost homely feel. Seiji spotted a couple of travelers entering and leaving the inn, their faces relaxed, likely having enjoyed their stay. He caught a faint whiff of something sweet—a scent that reminded him of freshly baked bread.
