CHAPTER EIGHTY-FOUR
The journey to find an inn was silent.
They had to go back from their trails and go through a path that circled on the other side of the mountain. The sun had already set by the time they arrived at the front of a tavern, and they were covered in sticky blood.
It was dark, but the warm light that came from the tavern’s windows showed them the way. The place was packed with people, like mercenaries and travelers. The bell rang when they entered, and the whole tavern turned silent, watching their every step.
Tatiana was too dazed to think about the people around them. Seconds after, the tavern continued to become noisier as if nothing had just happened. This was common on the outskirts of the kingdom, where bandits were roaming around. People carried around their w
