There goes a rumor, a rumor about a mysterious inn that accepts any customer no matter their race. It is never in the same location initially found. It is as if the inn moves, accepting customers along its mysterious route.

Some theorizes it is a witch's inn. Some say it is a god's domain. Others suspect it is a demons trickery. Yet all those who agree to stay as a 'guest' will say this when they depart.

'It feels as if we were in another world.'

The receptionist oversaw everything in the inn, stating she is not the owner. Her unassuming and weak appearance contrasted greatly with the unease all feels when interacting with her. Her gaze is clear, is unchanging, and unmoving no matter the situation that occurs outside her grounds.