The Crossroads Inn lived up to its name in every sense. Situated at the junction of three major trade routes, the sprawling establishment served as a miniature city unto itself, catering to travelers from every corner of the Solarian Empire. Merchant caravans, pilgrims seeking distant shrines, adventurers between contracts, and imperial messengers all mingled in its common rooms and courtyards.
David led the way through the bustling main entrance, Luna and Elara following close behind. After days of isolated mountain paths, the sudden immersion in noise and humanity felt jarring. Elara, in particular, kept her head slightly lowered, her enchanted contacts concealing her distinctive red eyes as she adjusted to being surrounded by so many potential observers.
"Remember," David murmured as they navigated through the crowd, "we're just travelers heading to the capital for work opportunities. Nothing special."
