Ferron leads us into the village of Harlake. It is much smaller than the village surrounding Castle Lourach. It had maybe ten buildings, including the houses. All of them looked like old wood cabins. The largest building was also the closest one to us.
The building had a sign out front that read. “Lakeside Inn.” The name was attractive enough. It did face the gorgeous lake, so it sounded appropriate. I curl my lip up at its appearance though. The wood all down the side of the building looked rotted and there was a large hole in the roof that was poorly patched with mismatched wood.
I turn my attention to the middle of the small town. There was a dirt road leading throw the center, several children giggled and played running down it. A few stalls were lined up on the side of
