"Hey, that's my queue", thought the Innkeeper as he heard the rumble of thunder. He stepped out the front door of his inn and called over to the Wanderer. "You best get out of that weather before it's the death of you."
The Wanderer looked over and wondered why he hadn't seen the inn before. It was an old building, blending in with the landscape. It was nestled into a small hill by the crossroads on the outskirts of town. It looked like it hadn't seen a guest in decades, but with the rain about to start, he had little choice. Besides, it had a cozy look to it.
He hustled quickly inside to the beckoning Innkeeper.
"I've got two available rooms. One is in back, next to the kitchen, and the other is upstairs with a view of the town. The upstairs room is nicer, but I warn you, the other guest upstairs is a bit peculiar. You may be more comfortable near the kitchen. But where are my manners? You must have a mighty thirst, wandering that dusty road. Can I get you some ale?"
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