The heavy wooden door creaked open. The door was a solid, imposing piece.  0

A woman sitting at the counter greeted us. "Welcome."  0

She appeared to be in her early forties. Though faint wrinkles graced her neck and eyes, she was fit, toned, and dressed in clothing that accentuated her figure. Men sitting at nearby tables stole glances at her with obvious interest.  0

A new owner?0

I had killed the previous owner. That man had complained about the Necron Society taking over the inn. 0

So, is this woman part of that group?  0

Perhaps she was a puppet controlled by an underground trafficking ring. I sensed a crawling sensation as if snakes were slithering right beneath the surface, ready to spring forth at any moment. I stayed alert, expecting the men at the tables to join any type of ambush.0

Tap!0

Rena tapped my side, snapping me back to reality. I might have been leaking a murderous intent, but the woman behind the counter only gave a faint, melancholic smile.  0

"First time here, I take it? Are you travelers?"  0

Rena nodded. "Yes!"  0

I scanned the area. 0

The tables and chairs were neatly arranged, and the floor was clean. At first...0