"What kind of house are you looking to rent, sir? That way, I can introduce you to the right people." The innkeeper leaned in with a practiced smile.
Hutson pondered for a moment before replying, "A spacious courtyard, somewhere quiet, away from the noise and commotion."
The innkeeper rubbed his chin in thought. "Understood. I'll make some arrangements. By tomorrow, I should be able to take you for a look."
"Much appreciated." Hutson placed five silver coins on the table.
The innkeeper accepted them with a grin. "You're too kind."
That evening, dinner was served promptly—a pot of stewed meat, its aroma rich and tantalizing. Accompanying it were leafy greens Hutson didn't recognize and a plate of steaming pumpkin cakes, fresh from the fire.
Late into the night, Hutson noticed something peculiar—there was no curfew in the city of Rhine. Even at this hour, the streets outside remained lively, with drunken voices carrying through the air like restless spirits.
