Only the 1st Floor of the Green Lake Inn served as a tavern and dining area; the 2nd Floor and third floor were entirely guest rooms. Though it was Tuesday morning, quite a few customers sat at the tables, and the heartbeats Shade had heard upstairs in the storage room had come from them.
To disguise himself as a travel-worn traveler, he had deliberately carried a black suitcase. When he reached the counter, a refined middle-aged man with brown hair, a brown mustache, glasses, and an apron was bent over a ledger.
"Hello, do you have any vacant rooms?"
Shade asked in Delarion Language with a Tobesk accent. The man behind the counter looked up at him and nodded lightly.
"Of course. I can tell from your accent that you've come from Tobesk City for the negotiations between our two countries as well. Are you a newspaper reporter? A biographer? Or a merchant?"
The man asked in a familiar, easygoing manner as he prepared to register Shade. Naturally, he did not forget to hand him his business card. It was exquisitely printed. The man before him was Soren Green, proprietor of the inn, and the card also advertised the establishment.
"I'm a writer. I came to gather material on the legends of the Green Lake Region, but happened to run into these negotiations."
Shade said, then gave the name for registration.
"John Watson. I'll be staying four weeks. I need a room with a private washroom and dressing room. If I need to extend my stay after four weeks, I'll notify you half a week in advance."
"Will you be taking breakfast, lunch, and dinner here? It's only an additional two shillings per day. Of course, that doesn't include alcohol."
"No, no. Since I'll be going out to gather material,