C380 Crossbow Arrow

Midnight.

There was an inn.

As they got closer to Fringe City, the wind blowing through the window brought with it a unique earthy feeling.

The black shadow rapidly dashed through the darkness. Like a flash of lightning, it entered the room of the inn.

There was no light in the room, only a dark figure sitting in front of a table. He could smell the faint aroma of tea wafting in the air