Satoru and Aza stepped into the warmth of the Staghead Inn, she shook off the rain and snowflakes. The innkeeper, a stout woman with a kind smile, greeted them from behind the counter.
"Morning, travelers. Looking for a room or something else?"
Satoru was quick to respond "Some information."
The innkeeper raised an eyebrow. "Information, you say? What about?"
"A man named Mirkos. Stayed here a week ago."
She nodded slowly. "Ah, yes. Mirkos. Quiet fellow, kept to himself. Paid in advance for a few nights, then left without a word. Didn't see him go, but he was gone by morning."
"Do you remember anything unusual about him or his stay?" Aza asked, stepping closer.
The innkeeper thought for a moment. "He did seem a bit on edge, like he was expecting trouble. Kept looking over his shoulder. Last I saw him, he was talking to a cloaked figure near the stables."