I arrived at the inn's doors, a pair of swinging wooden ones, and entered the inn.

Upon entering, I saw a bar filled with people, all sitting and cheerfully talking to one another. After noticing me, however, they all abruptly halted in conversation.

Some nervous whisperings began, but it was quickly put to a stop when Charlotte walked up to me. Her long black hair was pulled back in a ponytail, and her cold blue eyes gazed into mine.

She looked me up and down and, with a suspicious glance, told me, "Welcome to Raevenn Inn. Here, I'll show you to your room."

She let me up a flight of stairs and into a hallway filled with ten identical doors. I followed her towards the second one on the left, and she fished a key out of her pants pocket and unlocked the door. She handed me the key. "Have a good night." She pushed past me and made her way back down the stairs to attend to the bar folk.

With my only luggage being my broomstick, map, and the clothes on my back, I entered my room. It was a small, dim room with a window viewing the town center below.

I walked up to the window and gazed down. Some people were still gathered, talking amongst themselves, most likely about my presence. I grabbed the curtains and closed them.

I felt my way around the dark room, trying to find a light source. I eventually came across what felt like a desk and a candle. I grabbed the candleholder, held it to my lips, and whispered a prayer. Soless's flame burst to life, dancing along the candle wick. I set it back down on the desk.

Looking around my room, I saw a bed with a sheepskin blanket in the corner, a large fur carpet, a messenger birdcage, and a dirty mirror.

I decided to turn my attention back to the desk. I pulled out the seat from underneath it, sat down, and searched the drawers.

Luckily, I found some sheets of paper, a quill pen, and a jar of ink. I fetched the paper, grabbed the pen, dipped it in the ink jar, and began writing my letter:

Letter to the West's Capital, City of Soless

Today, I arrived in Gretlund to investigate Arachnid's Grove. Missing person posters were plastered on every building's walls. People were gathered in the town out of fear of what the forest held. The Mayor, Mayor Olestead, begged me to rid Gretlund of its problems. Tomorrow I will be heading into the woods to explore and investigate. I will send another letter once I have solved what is occurring.

                                                                                                                                                                Best Wishes,

                                                                                                                                            Evelyn, the Violet Witch