Stark left the blacksmith with a load of debt and an overfed spirit in his arms.
Thankfully, the merchant did not call the city guards on him, if not, he might have had to escape the city, which would be terrible considering he still had a lot to do here.
They arrived at the inn late into the night. Thanks to his handy relic, he was able to always keep track of time.
The inn they were staying at was one of the cheaper places in the city. Faded blocks, washed paint, and overgrown vines were the theme, and the creaky door would always announce their arrival.
Not bothering to greet anyone, Stark went straight to his room, with Jade not far behind him, holding the fat spirit Chubby in her hands.
When they arrived at their door, he pulled out the key from his pocket and unlocked the room before stepping inside.
