Ignoring it, Vika went directly around to the back of the tavern and found a low wooden fence.
He squatted down, inspecting the gaps in the fence to ensure there were no traps.
Vika waved his hand, and two clan members grasped the top of the fence with their claws, nimbly flipping over and landing in the backyard.
A soft meow sounded, signaling no danger or enemies.
Immediately, Vika led the others stealthily into the backyard.
The backyard was spacious, piled with barrels and firewood.
On both sides were the kitchen, warehouse, and stables, while directly ahead was the lodge.
Vika squinted his eyes and saw a faint glow through the crack in the door.
...
...
"Damn! This damn place is really cold!"
In the lobby on the first floor of the lodge, a tall soldier sat by the brazier, rubbing his hands.
"Isn't it spring now? Why is it so cold? It's freezing."
He exhaled a breath of white air and stomped his feet, trying to dispel the chill at his toes.
