The young girl quickly walked down the street. It was late, too late for her liking to be out on her own. Even though most of the people she saw the road were halflings - barely reaching her shoulder - she still considered the possibility of getting mugged. As she neared the inn, she breathed a sigh of obvious relief. The lights beckoned to her invitingly, but as she walked towards the door she heard the sounds of merriment coming from the inn and its surrounds.
"A party," she muttered, "how terribly inconvenient."
However, she proceeded into the inn. The innkeeper came up to the counter, puffing and blowing as if she had just been running from something.
"How may I help you, miss?"
"A single room, please."
The innkeeper smiled pleasantly, "Of course you may. May I have a name to go with it?"
"Sharya. How much will one night be?"
"5 silvers."
"And a week?"
"30."
"I'll take it for a week."
The innkeeper nodded and jotted something down in her book.
"I'll take you to your room now, miss."
"Thank you."
The innkeeper led Sharya through the various hallways. She had to duck quite a bit to get through, but she managed.
"I'm sorry, about the hallways, you will have a proper human sized room though."
"That's alright, I'm used to having to duck quite a bit."
The innkeeper finally turned into a corridor that became the right size for Sharya, and before long, she stopped in front of a door and turned the key in the keyhole.
"Here you go, miss."
"Thank you."
"And if you'd be wanting anything to eat, you can come to the bar. There's a party going on, but I'm sure the girls will be able to find something for you," and with these words, the innkeeper withdrew with a smile.
Sharya breathed a sigh of relief and threw herself on her bed. From her resting spot, she looked around the room. It was sparsely decorated, but...cosy. She turned face-down and buried her head in her pillow.
"This is going to be a long week."
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