Killer of gods

chapter 133

The main hall, compared to night time, looked neglected and deserted, only Berg snoring at the table, and a couple of new ones, were all the inhabitants of the tavern. Where the owner was still confident and cheerful behind the counter. “He sleeps at all, someday,” the guy was amazed at the stamina of the innkeeper, and the man was already smiling affably at the mercenary, trying to attract his attention.

Sir, Claude. There, on the right, we have a small room where you can put yourself in order, ”the man suggested confidently, which made Claude only smile sourly with a corner of his lips. Apparently his appearance spoke for itself, even if the innkeeper sent him to freshen up and put himself in order. Behind the discovered door, he was met by the promised mini-latrine, consisting of a wide polished dish and a washstand nailed to the wall above it. All the used water flowed into a small vat, which the maids then took out into the street. A shaggy something was looking at Claude from th