In the hall, there were merchants, adventurers, and mercenaries. Although their voices blended together, each group had its own area. This wasn't exclusive, but both adventurers and mercenaries were involved in the mission. There wouldn't be much communication with others, as this often brought risks to their own tasks.
After booking a room and ordering some food, Laladoya took Limon and Teresa to sit at an unoccupied wooden table.
As soon as they sat down, Laladoya complained: "This place smells really bad. I can't even describe what it smells like. It's been so many years, and the smell has never changed. It's really strange."
"Fortunately, the conditions at the next few inns are much better, so you won't have to suffer this."
Smell?
After a careful sniff, there was indeed a slight odor in the air.
This taste...
Limon thought thoughtfully, could it be sulfur?
