As th orc places his hand over a spike carving on the door, someone pulls it open from the inside "Hurry! do you want to freeze my inn?" cries out the elderly figure who just opened the door.
You enter, with snow and gelid breeze which threatens to put out the scant lightning inside.
The door is closed behind you and the old, thin, grey-bearded man starts offering meals and drinks for various prices (the lack of patrons is probably what makes you meritors of such attention).
With the constant torrent of words of the man as background, you scan the room: quite big, spotring eight round tables, an unattended bar, and stairs to the next floor. A big fireplace with a small fire, holding multiple weapons over the mantelpiece (only some of the multiple things hanging on the walls). And two young women cleaning the place, a third piling up wood beside the fireplace, and two persons on the table immediately in front of it.
Undoubtedly, one of the patrons: the well-built young man with the black short hair and the goatee is not Danya... she is sitting before him, and was speaking with him until you entered. "You woke early"
The man rises an eyebrow at the group.
