Khason
“What a shithole!” I exclaimed in astonishment, following Ivy into the tiny room. It consisted of no more than a tiny bed, and a tiny chest of drawers. An open door on the other side of the bed showed a ‘bathroom’ that featured a rust-coated shower, questionable toilet and leaking sink. The room had a single, grease-coated window to the right of the bed, and a bare lightbulb hung from the ceiling. “Is this a storage closet?”
Ivy heaved a sigh. “Dawn isn’t more than a few hours off. Let’s just deal with it, and get out of here in the morning.”
“You seriously have no problem with this? I have half a mind to go down there and rip that asshat bartender’s tongue out! There’s probably a real inn here, and he just offered us this dump to keep an eye on us!”
“Khase, it doesn’t matter! I
