Glenn looked around and immediately spotted a small town not far away. It was not as big as Dude or Bayek, and it was more of a village than a town. The old man folded the map in his hands and put it in the inside pocket of his coat. He said to Glenn, 'Let's go. We'll spend the night here and continue tomorrow, but I'll get a more comfortable carriage. That would be great. While they were still talking, the two of them had already jumped off the coach and were walking towards the town ahead. This was a relatively backward town, with rough streets and the smell of animal dung in the air. Could there be an inn here? Glenn couldn't help but wonder in his heart. But reality soon answered Glenn, there was not only an inn here, but a very large one. It was in the centre of town, surrounde

