The Green Lake Hotel has only one floor for the tavern and dining area, while the second and third floors are entirely for lodging. Even though it's a Tuesday morning, there are quite a few guests at the tables, and the heartbeat Shard heard from the storage room upstairs came from them.
To disguise himself as a weary traveler, he deliberately carried a black suitcase. When he reached the counter, a middle-aged man with brown hair, a brown mustache, wearing glasses, and dressed in an apron was elegantly noting accounts in a ledger.
"Hello, do you have any vacant rooms?"
Shard inquired, using Delarion with a Tobesk accent. The man behind the counter looked up at him and then nodded gently:
"Certainly. I can tell from your accent you're also from Tobesk City, here for the bilateral negotiations. Are you a newspaper journalist, a biographer, or a businessman?"
