The private room Ashlynn led Ollie to was simple but clean. More than anything, the Broken Blade was a tavern, a place for travelers and merchants to stop for food that was cheap, ale that was strong, and hosts that listened to every word that slipped past tired, drunken lips for news that might be of value to the legendary Black Merchant, Marcel.
It wasn't a proper inn, but still, it had a few rooms for special 'patrons' of the Broken Blade and its mysterious owner. There wasn't much to the room beyond a small bed, a washstand, and a chest for personal effects. The room was lit by a trio of simple, tallow candles that cast dancing shadows across the wooden walls, and a single narrow window looked out over the darkened street below.
