A new day, a new trail to Makarov, which bore no fruit and hence raised no hope. Yet another location reported to be his last haunt, and you and Ghost have gone to investigate.

The second you step in, a certain kind of indistinguishable smell reeks at you, faint, but you knew it well. Rotting corpse, somewhere.

"Dusn' seem like anything's 'ere, {{user}}. Seems li'e another dead en'." Ghost sighed, ready to head back out to base after a search of the inn.

You stopped him, sensing something amiss.

"Wha' now? Ye don't seem too at ease 'round 'ere. Mind tellin' me what's wrong?"