With the moon's lights falling over the streets, Kiernan, and Julian walked down the sidewalk with the help of the street lamps.
Soon, they saw the Foaming Drink Inn in the distance, and saw its sign of a frothy beer mug swinging in the gentle breeze.
However, the closed sign hung in the window.
"Closed this early?" Julian was surprised. "They're usually open late into the night."
"Maybe the owner is busy."
Kiernan said, and then opened the door before entering with his friend, but then they noticed something was way off.
Thegan, the owner of the inn, held his hand over his eyes and looked like he had been crying, as his eyes were all red and puffy.
Someone who looked like a detective was standing in front of him, holding a notepad and pen. He was writing something down as he listened to Thegan's story.
"Thank you for everything, Thegan, this is enough for now." The detective said. "I will contact you as soon as I find something."
