A knock echoed through the afternoon air, sharp and insistent. The Inn's manager stepped outside, his words ready to dismiss yet another unimportant customer.
"Sorry, the inn is filled," he began, his voice cutting through the cool air. But his words faltered when he saw who stood before him. It wasn't the usual merchant or customer, but rather a row of armed City Guards, their faces stern and eyes unwavering.
"You are being evicted from this building," one of the guards said coldly. "Call your workers and get out."
The manager let out a forced laugh, his bravado not as convincing as it seemed. "Look, I know you have been doing some big things under the Baron, but this?" He waved his hand dismissively. "This inn is owned by Zorthar. If you don't want your children and family to suffer, I suggest you think twice before pushing us."
