"I'm telling you I can't sleep, damn it. I stopped in this town to get some quality sleep before continuing my travels. I still have ten days of moving before I even reach another good place to rest. Do you know how hard and uncomfortable sleeping in a carriage is? Not to mention outside."
"Y—yes, sir, I know and I understand your grievances, but realistically there's nothing we can do. Our staff has already tried to inform them to no avail; they don't seem to hear our knocks or shouting."
"Well then kick the damn door down for all I fucking care; they are disturbing my sleep. I mean, it's almost morning for fuck's sake".
Standing at the Silver Moon Inn's front desk, there was a man who, at first glance, anyone could tell was a noble not just because he was truly robable as even just his shirt was enough for an ordinary man to survive at least three months
