Madel's inn

LANCE

"We have no choice," I said.  Alpha Beast sag his small head in his colorful blue feathers. Resigning to what I said. 

We stepped out of the clearing. Dirty and more homeless looking than those crooked old men I saw loitering in the side street. There's a two lane road stretching to both side, opposite us, are two storey shops and houses with signs that reads MADEL'S INN.

There's an abandoned gasoline station to our left and a waiting shed to our right. I don't know what it's for. There's no bus stop in here. Not even cars or taxis driving by. I see a group of rowdy men in the distance. Hooked up in their racing cars, blaring and banging their cars. 

Car racing. I guessed. The place is quiet, no cops, not much pedestrians. Perfect for car racing. I nudge the others to get inside Madel's inn. 

"But we don't have money." Sam protested. 

"How would you know that?" I raised my brow at him.