The Mayor:
Jinx needed a drink, and Adriana joined him. The inn they landed in was a solid building, four stone walls, none of the cloth walls he had spent time in. They were able to climb to the second floor and watch the inferno while drinking from a proper balcony. The place was empty, most of the occupants gone to watch the excitement of the fire.
A fresh bottle of alcohol was delivered by the owner, who did not hide his disappointment that he couldn’t watch the fire. He managed a grunt when Adriana showed the gold before ordering the food.
“What are these?” Jinx examined the platter of charred skewered gray meat, each piece with ten legs.
“Those are squid, they come from the river. Try ‘em. People eat ‘em all the time,” the tavern owner called back as he headed down the stairs. On
