The group from the Stellar Sword Sect entered the inn. The leading female swordsman detected a mix of odors filling the air and slightly furrowed her brow. She adjusted her Qi mechanism to shield her nose and mouth, cast her eyes around, and could not bring herself to like the distasteful, rustic decor of the inn.
She scanned the room and noticed that the only available spot was by the window on the second floor, which seemed to have a good view and ventilation. A young disciple, aware of his aunt's gaze, quickly understood her intent and stepped forward to negotiate with the two diners occupying the table, asking if they could vacate the spot for him.
The young swordsman's demeanor was composed and courteous. He raised the valuable sword in his hand worth at least a hundred taels of silver, let an inch of its gleaming blade peek out by nudging the guard with his thumb, and then casually placed a small silver ingot on the table with a smile, engaging the two diners in conversation.
