Comfort

“Are there any guests staying at this inn, a blonde-haired girl?” After a quick bath, I grabbed the Holy Water and immediately headed to the inn next door. After all, I couldn’t just show up covered in blood. For a moment, I considered just climbing through her window, but decided against it. It didn’t matter if I walked proudly through the front door anymore. And frankly, after chugging Holy Water, even climbing a second-story window felt taxing. It could literally be called a Specialized pa...