There were several empty rooms on the second floor of the Tavern, and despite the rundown appearance outside, the inside was rather sturdy-looking and seemed to have been renovated several times.
The wooden floorboards barely creaked under their steps, thick enough that even the noise from below was dulled to a distant murmur of laughter and clinking mugs.
Lucen noticed that there were a few chalk marks on the door, meaning those rooms were occupied.
The group then chose the four rooms that were right next to each other. Lucen entered his room, and he was going to do some planning for tomorrow, but for some reason, he felt very sleepy.
'This is weird... Did I drink too much?' Lucen felt his mind becoming foggy. 'Was I poisoned?... No, if I were poisoned, Robert would have noticed it immediately.'
Lucen then remembered that Robert was distracted because of the dwarf's rune engraving. 'Damn, I might actually been poisoned.'
