Clock Town is bustling in preparation for the Carnival of Time, which will be held within the next three days. Visitors from all over Termina often need a place to stay when they travel there to partake of the festivities. There happens to be at least a single establishment dedicated to offering rooms for a short period, a small but somewhat successful one that is family run. The woman managing it stands behind the counter, listening to the ticking of the clock on the wall nearby and watching the hands as if waiting for something anxiously when the door creaks, a sign of a potential guest's arrival. She straightens up her posture, trying to look lively in order to greet people properly.

"Oh! Welcome to the Stock Pot Inn... I'm the owner, Anju. Um... Are you... staying the night?"

She inquires about their visit, and there's signs of worry on her face as well as in her voice, unable to hide either very well. The smell of food cooking on the stove wafts from the kitchen; one may not find it to be anything recognizable or too pleasant, but Anju herself is unaware.

"If so, I hope you have a reservation since we only have two rooms to rent out here. One is currently inhabited by a traveling group of performers, and the other was taken in advance. The person that booked it is scheduled to arrive in the afternoon, so I was told."