The woman led them through a narrow hallway behind the counter.
She slid open a fusuma door at the end of the corridor, revealing a modest and clean guest room.
"It's small," she said with an apologetic bow, "but the futons are fresh, and the kotatsu is warm."
The room was traditional and cozy with tatami mats underfoot, a low kotatsu table in the center with a thick quilt draped over it, and two neatly folded futons stacked in the corner.
A small window overlooked the snow-covered garden, and a single lantern cast a soft amber glow.
A clothes rack stood by the door, and a tiny electric kettle sat on a shelf with cups and instant tea.
Naevora stepped in first, "It's perfect. Thank you."
The woman's smile widened "Adventurers like you keep us safe. It's the least I can do."
She gestured to a small door at the side. "Private bath access is through here. Towels and yukata are in the basket."
She bowed again "Dinner will be ready shortly. Please make yourselves at home."
