Chapter Fifteen
Fighting the urge to keep looking over his shoulder, Kriss walked steadily along the cobblestoned lane. The last streetlight disappeared behind him. No light showed in any of the buildings he passed. “Funny place to put an inn,” he muttered.
Abruptly, he emerged into a large, echoing courtyard. The lights of the city reflecting off the clouds silhouetted the hulking shapes of dark buildings, crouched like huge sleeping animals all around the open space. Several streets met in the courtyard, spots of deeper blackness like gaping mouths. But where was the inn?
Kriss pulled his tiny flashlight out of his pocket and switched it on. Its small circle of illumination showed him nothing but blank windows, sagging roofs, and peeling plaster.
Then something creaked off to his rig
