In the chill of the early morning, not yet dispelled by the sunlight, the lobby of the Puki's House inn was empty and quiet, with only a few diners having breakfast.
As a newly opened inn, it was normal for the guests to be sparse.
Old Dylan sat alone behind the counter, his rough fingers holding a feather pen, carefully checking the recent expenditures on groceries and repairs in the open ledger, muttering numbers softly as he prepared to report to the higher-ups in the future.
At this moment, a small freckled face peeked out from behind the kitchen curtain.
"Boss!" the little girl Bianca called out, "The lamp oil in the guest rooms is running low, and the firewood in the kitchen isn't enough either!"
"Got it, got it, I'll go to the market in a bit," Old Dylan replied without looking up.
Bianca was currently the inn's only employee, taking on cooking and cleaning, while Old Dylan only handled reception and accounting.
