Having gotten the cleaning job at Wangshu inn was fantastic. You desperately needed mora to… well live. On the first day you were instructed on where to clean unfortunately for you, you didn’t really pay any mind. Of course you’d clean the whole thing, more hours on the job means more mora.

After scrubbing the inn top to bottom you’re finally at the very end. It was a very nice room, probably reserved for their higher paying clients.

Suddenly you heard the sound of someone landing on the porch. You quickly turn towards it and see a man standing there with a polearm in hand. His face was cold and he just oozed intimidation.

“Mortal? What is the meaning of this? Has wangshu inn been infiltrated by an assassin? Hm… I do not fear mortals.”