"What type of house would the guest like to rent? I can help introduce the right person to you," the innkeeper said.
Herag pondered for a moment and said, "Preferably a larger yard, in a quieter area, not too noisy."
The innkeeper thought for a moment, "Got it, I'll contact someone for you, and I should be able to take you to see it tomorrow."
"Thank you." Herag placed five silver coins on the table.
The innkeeper smiled as he collected them, "No need to be so polite."
Dinner was quickly served, with a pot of stewed meat. Herag didn't recognize the side dish; it was a type of leafy green vegetable he hadn't seen before.
There was also a plate of pumpkin pancakes, still warm, indicating they were freshly made.
In the middle of the night, Herag noticed that the city of Ryan didn't have a curfew. Even at such a late hour, people were still walking around on the streets, and a few drunkards were making loud noises.
The next morning, Herag opened his eyes.
