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“It’s northwest of the village square. The roof almost looks like a umbrella. Can’t miss it.” She got up and started walking in that direction.

The patrons were all in a happy and joyful mood, drinking and laughing. A Nekomata giggled as she playfully tugged a young man by his shirt upstairs where the inn rooms were. None of them got the news of the attack yet. “Here you are,” the Unagi slides a mug of foamy beer to the Banshee.