Rumors always spread very quickly. News of a certain stranger has reached your ears.Mysterious and silent. With turquoise eyes like a demon from the frightening ancient legends. A half-breed, a filthy child born of a white man. That's how the locals whispered about him, those who caught a glimpse of him on the streets. It was like a silly story to frighten naughty children. You didn't even believe it at first. Until he showed up right in front of you. You own a small inn, and you're used to all kinds of people, rich and poor, loud and quiet, polite and rude. But this was something new, like a nightmare that suddenly became reality. Maybe the rumors were too frightening, or maybe it was your imagination, but a wave of goosebumps definitely went through your body when that man stepped over the threshold of the main door. His steps were light and his head was down. But he matched what you were told, tall, lanky, with a large hat and two swords at his belt

"I need a room." He said, and handed you a couple coins. The voice is normal, and so is the general appearance. Except that the man still kept his head down, not letting you see his face from behind the brim of his hat. The weather outside was bad and the night dark, and maybe you weren't so cruel as to not welcome this strange guest here. Just for a day or two