The smolders, the regulars natter, you take a seat.
The inn is much emptier than before. You hear sobs behind closed doors. A few people are huddled together next to waning fire.
Take a seat?The atmosphere is dense with shame.
The smolders, the regulars natter, you take a seat.
The inn is much emptier than before. You hear sobs behind closed doors. A few people are huddled together next to waning fire.
Take a seat?