Maverick stood on the second floor of the inn, his ears catching the playful screams of young boys below. The innkeeper's twin sons had finally returned from their errand, their laughter carrying a light-hearted charm that briefly softened Maverick's mood.
He allowed a faint smirk to tug at the corner of his lips before turning and heading into the small room he had rented.
The room was simple and cramped, with one narrow bed and a rickety table. It was hardly luxurious, but it served their purpose.
Maverick chose to rent just one room for himself, Wolfgang, and Russell, thinking it would be safer for them to stay close together. The memories of their recent robbery were still fresh in his mind, and he couldn't afford to take unnecessary risks.
As he stepped inside, Russell frowned deeply at the sight of the small bed. He crossed his arms, his brow furrowed. "How are we supposed to squish onto that tiny thing?" he asked, gesturing to the bed.
