Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-26517142-20190920081520/@comment-39280634-20190929211132

The demihuman responds politely: "Well, we do not have 'hotels' here but i can lead you to my tavern. We made a new batch of ciders and we even have a couple of rooms where you could rest for the next few days. I understand that they would not allow people to leave at this moment for the sake of their safety. Please wait while i finish up here."

After she finishes her chores, she leads the traveler to her tavern, located at the edge of the urban half of the town. The tavern was modest, having only six tables with two chairs each. There were stairs leading to a second storey, with three empty bedrooms. The Kikimora walks behind the counter, asking the traveler.

"What will it be, mister Azrafil ? Cider, ale, or perhaps just plain cold water ?"