Fang Hong downed that glass of Elf Tears, but he wasn't used to alcohol and couldn't help coughing immediately.
Hilveld quickly patted his back.
"Here's your key, the rooms are on the second floor, turn right at the staircase, there are six rooms in total," the innkeeper shook his head as he looked at them, took out a keyring from the counter, placed it in front of them, and mentioned: "Nowadays, there are fewer adventurers staying in the Northern Territory. A month ago, you might not have been able to find so many vacant rooms."
Hilveld took the key, smiled slightly at him, "Looks like we're quite lucky. Don't worry, I'm sure once winter passes, this forest will revive again."
"I hope it happens as you said, madam."
Only then did the two return to the main hall.
Guests were discussing in hushed tones, adventurers wore long cloaks to ward off the harsh cold, even the natives donned coats that covered half their faces, giving the dim hall an air of mysterious dealings.
