THE MAN named Knox led us to a two-story building located right in the middle of the village. The place was pretty comfortable, looking at the way it was painted with bright colors. It looked vibrant, even from afar. When we neared the place, it looked even livelier. The inn was painted bright green. There were some lines in yellow and red. Flowers were drawn on the walls. It was safe to say that this place was family-friendly.
Knox didn’t hesitate to come in. He barged open the double doors as if he owned the place. We followed after him because we didn’t really have a choice.
The inside looked moderately the same. But it had more blue accents rather than green. There was a sky painted above the ceilings so it was like we were looking at the clouds indoors. Knox pressed the bell on the
