Carnival of Traitors - Chapter II
A fair amount of them marked the bloated belly of the inn. "and so we reached our destination." wenzel gratefully changed the subject.
Little Red Wolf - Actual Novel Chapter 1
"he was lonely and owned an inn," valora said as her trademark smirk began to unconsciously form. "i think my new life suits me just fine."
The Lead Crown: Ch 6a, A World Apart (Pt 3)
The time came when the group separated, heading to their individual rooms at the inn.
The "Tail" of Kiyoshi
Looking around she sees the inn were they are to meet daisuke. breathing a sigh of relief that she doesn't have to talk about her feeling towards daisuke anymore, she points out the inn to the others.
Thieves Chapter 4 - Secrets
"in eesten we're gonna eat and sleep in an inn," jack continued, "then you'll taste some good stew." sis looked up at that. he couldn't just walk into the town. not after what he had done. "i can't go in an inn.
Temple Of Bloom (Part 1 to4)
The inn was open and lit, as all inns seemed destined to be at all hours. most of the upper windows were shuttered and dark, but the long, low lobby was filled with the warm and inviting glow of lightly hooded lanterns.
August 5: At the Ooshima Inn
I arrived at the inn at twilight. nothing much had changed from what i could remember save for the sign's colors fading with age.
Nashkel
The nashkel inn and general store, and the drunken dragon bar formed the core of businesses from which the cobblestone streets spread like spokes on a wheel.
Darkened Skies: Chapter 3: Pursuit
They started to pass shop after shop, leaving the inn far behind them as gryphon's flew overhead with a series of joyous chirps. she curled her head to peak back to the inn with a sign designating it the gallant gryphon.
A Summertime Sonata
The problem with inn bathtubs is the fact that they were designed with humes in mind. while perfect for most races, it leaves several others to deal with the awkward sizes.
64 - A Thief in the Day
'_ despite the usual looks for an inn interior, the aura was a lot less cheerful. the girls went up to a counter at the side where a middle aged and hefty man with a short beard did some scribbling in a book.
A Biography of a Human: Refuge in Solitude
It was just someone i would never see again, i thought to myself as i returned to the inn with the sole profit i gained from him. that was until i saw him, the same golden wolf dressed in his white habit in the inn!