"Well she's certainly an odd one." Tash scooted his chair back and stood up. He strolled over to the stairway to the second floor but stopped in front of the piano briefly. After a quick glance over it he ascended the stairs. Marked on his key was the number seven which corresponded with his room. He slid the key into the lock and opened the door. Inside were an uncomfortable looking bed, a small, two-drawer dresser, and a mirror pinned to the wall next to the door. Across the room was a window looking out at the woods to the north, but it was currently being pelted by rain drops which skewed the view. He lay down on the bed and before he knew it, he drifted off to sleep.
Night had already fallen by the time Tash woke up and remembered where he was. The sound of rain drops on his window had stopped and he looked over to see the storm had ended. Going out in the woods in the dead of night right after a heavy rain probably would not be the best idea either, particularly if he was looking to go find someone he was expected to kill. He rubbed his eyes and left the room to make his way back downstairs to the bar.
Lanterns hanging around the walls were lit. The bartender was still standing behind the bar with what one would assume to be the same glass he was wiping when Tash first arrived. All of the other men had already disappeared, either up to their rooms or out into the woods. The girl from earlier was still passed out on the table, and as soon as Tash looked her way she raised her head up and yawned.
"Tch, figures." Tash moved to the closest table and sat down.
The girl first went to the bar and grabbed another drink, and then she wobbled over to the table Tash was at and took a drink from her mug. "I can definitely play that piano."
Tash sighed. "Fine then, go at it, I'll even listen to you."
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