The innkeeper wiped his sweaty palms on his tattered apron, his entire body trembling as he faced the man before him. This was no ordinary resident of the ruined city.
Dressed in fine, albeit slightly worn, robes, with a sharp, predatory gaze and an aura that suffocated the weak-willed, the man exuded a powerful aura. Compared to the usual star-formation realm locals of this place, he was a beast among lambs.
"Is he still here?" The man asked, his voice coming out as a low rumble for the old man's ears, carrying the weight of authority.
The old innkeeper swallowed, his throat dry. "Y-Yes. The man with the meat... he's still in his room."
The man with the meat was, of course, Alex, and looking at the man's eyes still not leaving him, the innkeeper quickly pointed at the room Alex was staying in.
The stranger's gaze flickered toward the creaky wooden staircase, right at the room the old innkeeper was pointing at.