"You're not drinking anymore?" The proprietress was a little surprised, but she didn't press the matter. Instead, she retrieved a copper key from under the counter, picked up a candlestick, and led the way.
Fang Zhen followed the proprietress up the stairs, carrying his gear bag.
The stairs were made of wood and creaked with every step.
Fang Zhen climbed these stairs to the second floor.
The second-floor landing wasn't very large, with just four rooms in total. The floorboards and the railing above the stairs were made of wood, and a faint, sweet aroma of oak hung in the air if one paid attention.
The proprietress led the way to the room at the very end, unlocked the door with the key, and stepped inside to light the candle before waiting by the entrance.
"This is the best room I have. It's quiet, and sound doesn't carry."
"It's a good place for important discussions."
She held out the key.
Fang Zhen nodded and took the key from her.
He walked into the room.
