Finn looked at the receptionist with mild confusion.
"So, uh… where is the room, exactly?"
He prayed—begged—that it was inside the building. The last thing he wanted was to carry Majestria across this festering, diarrhea-stained town just to find a place to sleep.
It still didn't make sense how the inside of this building looked like a respectable medieval Jenny's, while the outside looked like God spilled a septic tank.
The receptionist pointed up to the balcony overlooking the dining hall—left from Finn's point of view, but technically the right side if you walked in from the entrance.
"Take the spiral staircase, walk straight, and look for the number carved on your key. It should be right above the door. I hope you enjoy your stay here… and if you need anything," she scratched nervously at the counter, "please talk to me. I'm always happy to help."
"Thanks," Finn replied with a small, genuinely happy smile.
