Arden and Warren went straight to the nearest inn.
"'The Sleeping Druid Inn'? What kind of name is that?" Arden wondered.
Warren shrugged. "I don't know, maybe it's a play on words or something. The guy who named it was probably Insane."
Arden laughed ."Yeah, right!"
They went inside. The blinds were pulled over the windows, a few dozen people swarmed around a bar and sat at the tables. Candle chandeliers hung from the exposed beams, and dust drifted in the air.
An accordion was being played somewhere, and the off-tune music drifted throughout the inn.
Sorry for short post, I might to one this afternoon!
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