By nightfall, they found an inn. It wasn't grand, but it was clean, its walls painted with faint floral designs. The innkeeper was sharp-eyed and smiling too much, his hands rubbing together at the sight of their crane's leash rope.
"Thirty stones for one night," he declared. "Food, wine, bedding, and a warm bath included! Also special services will be provided if in need!"
Fatty almost fainted. "Th-thirty stones?! For one night?! For that price, we could buy a whole pig, and the house, and maybe even the neighbor's house!"
Mo Han only reached into his sleeve and placed the stones on the counter. The innkeeper's grin widened like a fox's. Jia Kai said nothing, only sighing as she followed Mo Han up the stairs.
Inside the room, it was comfortable: silk sheets, scented candles, steaming bathwater waiting in bronze tubs. Also separate rooms for four of them. Yet Fatty sat heavily on the bed, his shoulders slumped, his face grim.
