-BANG!
The tavern doors shoved open with a loud bang, snapping every head in the room toward the entrance where I stood, completely crusted in dried blood, and gripping a cloth bag full of fresh clothes in my hand.
The place was packed wall-to-wall with armed men and women, smelling heavily of roasted meat, spilled ale, and the stench of sweat, all either celebrating today's spoils or drinking away their losses.
And the moment I entered, the lively chatter died instantly. Every adventurer at the wooden tables stopped mid-drink to stare, and even the bard in the corner abruptly stopped.
I didn't even bother to look back at them.
Ignoring the silence, I walked straight past the staring tables and approached the burly guy behind the bar.
"Need a room for the night,"
The bartender crossed his arms and narrowed his eyes at me. "I'm going to need to see some ID."
