Fistar
The wood elf approached the table and tossed two keys on to it.
"We have two rooms for two nights. It seems tho, it had cost me double than what I expected. ", he grimaced
" 80 silvers," he sighed,
"I guess because of the festival, these seems to be the last two rooms available around here. If anyone wouldn't mind to pitch in, for the cost? " he looked questioningly.