Zuzu knocked.
The sound echoed louder than she expected in the quiet corridor of the old inn.
For a moment, she stood frozen, second guessing everything. Her hand hovered mid-air, ready to knock again or bolt down the stairs, when the door creaked open.
A young man answered.
He looked to be one or two years older than she was, and he squinted at her as if he was just waking from a particularly unflattering nap.
His dark hair was messy, flattened on one side, and there was an undeniable crease on his cheek, the kind that could only come from sleeping face down on something rough and probably wooden.
This… definitely wasn't one of the people that had faced the creatures of the Deep.
"Yeah?" He mumbled, voice scratchy with sleep.
Zuzu blinked. "Sorry! I think I have the wrong room."
She stepped back, then paused. Maybe…
She turned back to him. "I'm looking for the group that came in with Captain Hook. The outsiders asking for a Tidecaller."
