The heroic party had currently rented a room in a simple stop-over inn - the only one in the village.
Usually villages didn’t even have such facilities but since this village worked as a somewhat popular stop-over point when traveling towards the {Moolesh Mountain Range} they decided to invest in this little bit of infrastructure. Of course, they had never seen as much business as they did with the war on the horizon. There were some concerns in villages around the ‘empire’ due to the increased taxes on such villages; demanding greater and greater amounts of their harvests in order to support the war effort.
It made many dread what it would be like after the war started with not only a lack of food but a lack of manpower…
That wasn’t as much a problem for this particular village.
Since a lot of adventures couldn’t survive the {Moolesh Mountain Ranges} they instead settled down around the village. One may think this would increase the mouths to feed thus increasing the problems… But these adventurers were just freelance hunters truthfully. Even if they were just the average adventurers they at least could hunt a few rabbits a day - the D-rankers could even hunt a couple wolves. One rabbit could easily be enough to feed a family if used efficiently so they more than made up for themselves plus they even paid the villagers to stay!
If things continued this way it was likely the beginnings of a town would start form as the villagers or adventurers used their new found freedom to explore other avenues. There was already a blacksmith who decided to settle which clearly showed things were moving in this direction. After a while a tailor or a woodworker may settle.
If the war’s effects prolong enough the adventurers will also likely begin to settle down while more will join the village. From there the villagers would likely begin to seek different professions to create a wider community; at that point it may as well be called a town. Hence the villagers weren’t as opposed to the large number of adventurers as they once may have been. If the situation had been different they would likely have been a lot less welcoming of ‘outsiders’ corrupting their village.
The B Ranked party had gotten a simple 4 person bedroom meant for simple parties; it wasn’t exactly up to standard for people their status though.
It wasn’t exactly a quality room, nevertheless lavish as they were used to. They were used to some of the best rooms you could expect from anyone who wasn’t royal… Though, they didn’t spend much time traveling since they pretty much just hung around the city. At most they would camp out but within their own rooms that shit was quality!
The bedding in their room was stiff while the pillows were just stuffed with dried hay and the quilt seemed devoid of any volume.
As for the room itself there was basically nothing to say about it. Simply put it was unfurnished other than the bare essentials of four beds and a somewhat small closet - they didn’t even have a closet each. The only thing to look at was wooden panels making up the walls, roof and floor of the room. The window didn’t even have glass but was just a wooden shutter (singular as there was only one)!
For those wondering, Tom had his own room.
At the moment Lyada was just chilling on one of the beds doing nothing while Emily pouted softly while polishing Emily’s spear. She was also doing some basic equipment checks ensuring everything was properly maintained. Lyada was supposed to be maintaining her own sword at the moment but she had recently done a lot of exercise so the rabbit was too lazy at the moment. The local source of logic, Fuka, was currently standing in front of the other two people in the room. Both of them were forced to kneel in front of her.
The obvious face was Eel who was covered in golden chains that were holy in nature due to being created from one of Fuka’s paladin skills; [Holy Restraint] which could also be used by priests and such. One would assume that a Hero, who were often the champions of some great god, wouldn’t be affected by such skills. Usually this was the case but Eel wasn’t your normal hero!
To put it simply her resistance to holy as a hero was countered by her weakness to holy as a demon.
Speaking of demons, the other person was far more annoyed than the little demon dragon who… Well she seemed very used to this situation. She was even whistling (or rather blowing hot air) while her head bobbed about. Promicarus who was also chained up and forced to kneel in front of Fuka had a grimace on her face while glaring at the paladin. Although she was chained she was done so in such a matter where she was holding a cooling pack against her forehead where a rather large bump had formed.
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