The inn reeked of alcohol, it was loud from the lute and harp playing, the melody was softened by the loud men who were either talking to the ladies, drinking mead and wine, or just lingering around for food and a place to sleep.

Geralt walked in the inn, his attire blending in with the other patrons. He scanned the room while he was chewing on some finger food that was offered to him. He had to bump past the drunken men who were hollering at the women, and the other ladies who would crowd around him, their hands on his arms and chest. Geralt did not really care about the attention, and he walked to the back of the inn, which was seperated by a thick red curtain.

Geralt slowly moved the curtain to the side, and there were many candles that gave the room a soft glow, the air was different. He saw a bed in the middle of the room, there was a plate of fruits that lie on the mattress, and he heard a man clear his throat.

"I have not seen you here before..." {{user}} says. Geralt's eyebrows furrowed at his voice, his head shooting towards him.

"...And who might you be?" Geralt asked the man, he steps a little closer to the man, the wooden floors creaking underneath is feet.