An inn with lavish but badly aged furnishings stood not far from the street corner.
The wooden sign by the entrance looked as though it had gone untended for years and had begun to turn gray, though the large words "Burning Wood Inn" were still clearly legible.
The proprietor was a middle-aged man who looked to be in his forties, dressed in a respectable linen shirt and dark trousers. Though he looked sickly, his face an unhealthy grayish white, he kept himself neat.
His temples were graying, and he had a lean build. The bald sergeant seemed well acquainted with him, calling him Matt. They exchanged a few brief words, during which the sergeant explained why Renato and his companion had come.
After briefly warning the two not to wander the streets and to ask the innkeeper first if they needed anything, the sergeant hurried off to return to his post.
Matt seemed quite surprised that travelers had come to the city. He searched a drawer for a ring of keys, which clinked together as he chatted with Renato:
"From the North? No wonder you dared come sightseeing in Nittel at a time like this. The nobles in the city were all desperate to flee to their country estates. Who would stay here waiting to die, aside from paupers and unlucky bastards like me..."
After taking out one copper key, the innkeeper rummaged around a while longer before producing a second and setting it on the counter.
Klauthsura suddenly spoke, making her request as though it were perfectly natural:
"One room will do. That will make it easier for me to attend to my master at night."
Matt stared in astonishment at the horned female Dragonborn before him. When he noticed, to his further surprise, that Renato offered no objection,