The interior of The Silver Crown embraced Klaus like a warm hug after a long, cold journey. Rich oak beams supported the ceiling, their surfaces darkened with age and countless stories absorbed over decades of service. Soft lamplight cast dancing shadows across walls decorated with local artwork and cheerful tapestries that spoke to community pride rather than expensive taste.
The atmosphere buzzed with comfortable energy—not the frantic revelry of establishments catering to nobility, but the steady contentment of working people enjoying well-earned relaxation. Merchants shared tales of successful trades, craftsmen debated techniques over ale, and couples found quiet corners for intimate conversation. The air carried scents of hearty food, quality beer, and the indefinable essence of a place where people felt truly at home.
"Dad, we've got a guest who could use some hospitality," Samantha called toward the bar as she guided Klaus through the main room.
