Third Person’s View
As both siblings entered the Inn, the owner claps his hand in joy. He has been waiting for an hour as he already reheated the food from the table.
“I really thought it would take you kids at midnight to arrive.” The old man croaks his voice as he laughs in a frail tone.
“Hello, Mr. Sierra! Sorry, we’re late!” Arya said cheerfully. “We’ve been smelling your food from over a mild distance.”
Luke and Arya greeted the old man as Mr. Sierra insisted them to seat at the table and begin their supper. Both did not hesitate to do so since their hands are already trembling in hunger and their stomach were bearing loud noises.
Yet Mr. Sierra noticed there were two of them missing as he furrow his eyebrows in curiosity. “Where are the others you were with, Child?” He asks
