“Yes. That's him,” Bea breathed, clearly relieved at the innkeeper's response. Jake looked at him, sussing him out. He was slightly taller than Jake, with a round face. His thinning brown hair was unruly at best. He was thick-set, with bulging forearms and meaty hands. His kind features were just a ruse in Jake's opinion. He knew the innkeeper could handle himself if needed.
“My name's Matts,” he said. “Welcome to Kungsback. Best food and drink for miles. Which is not saying much as there is nothing around us,” he chuckled, rubbing his meaty paws on a dark apron.
“I'm Bea. This is Jake and Tamatan, friends of mine who are trying to get home. They've gotten a little lost.”
He regarded them, his eyes lingering on the demon for a few seconds. “Not seen many of your type in these parts. Whe
