Lothar headed back to the Crow, his memory guiding him well through the unfamiliar streets. A couple of rough-looking lads followed him a little way as he cut back into the depths of the lower town, but seemed to think better of their mark once they got a good look at him – and his assorted weaponry.
Opening the tavern’s battered door, he found the common hall still busy – his gambling companions from earlier, however, were gone. The landlord eyed him suspiciously as he approached the bar and asked for a room, seeming to see the ex-soldier’s custom as more of an imposition than a sale – grudgingly conceding that he might rent rooms for coin, he took Lothar’s money, pointing him up a narrow, wooden staircase in the corner of the hall. There were three doors, without locks – opening the one he had been directed to, he found himself in a bare room, its ceiling following the slant of the roof. A single, grubby window pierced the slanting roof, its narrow panes looking up to the dark sky – despite its cramped dimensions, the room contained two broken-backed beds, the other presumably unoccupied as yet. In one of the inward corners, a small hole had been gnawed in the bare floorboards, the musky smell that rose from it speaking of rodents of some description.
Shutting the small iron bolt that was the innkeeper’s concession to his lodgers’ security, Lothar kicked his effects under the bed, settling down for the night. All in all, he had stayed in far worse billets...
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The Crow costs 3s a night. A successful Haggle test reduces this to 2.
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