Third Person's Pov:
The night wrapped itself around the old inn like a shroud.
Far beyond the bustle of Willowpeak Town, far even from the outskirts where the lanterns dimmed and the forest thickened, an abandoned structure crouched in the wilderness - its roof sagging, its windows boarded, its porch cracked under years of neglect.
A dirt path led to it, overgrown and nearly swallowed by weeds, as though the world had long forgotten this place existed.
But tonight, something moved.
A shadow broke away from the treeline and sprinted across the clearing - silent, swift, purposeful. Then another. And another.
Three figures approached the inn, checking their surroundings before slipping through the warped front door. They moved unhesitatingly, as if they had done so many times before.
The interior was as dilapidated as the outside - dust, broken stools, a cracked bar counter - but they didn't spare it more than a glance.
Their destination lay below.
