"But it's MY stuff you sold!" Zhijiru took Luca by his wrist and started running along the market happily smiling and excited, "Forget that anyways! There's this place I've always wanted to go to!" Zhijiru continued to run across the street and turned out of the busy streets. In the distance was a lonely stone and wooden shop, with smoke coming out of the chimney. It had a faded dark red, nearly brown porch and sign saying, "The Crimson Cottage." As they neared Zhijiru let go of Luca and ran to the porch, which at the end of the railing, there was a view below as the porch was lifted over short cliff. In the distance was a forest, and the sounds of birds chirping could be heard from the cottage. Zhijiru took in a deep breath and smelled the delicious steaks cooking inside. There currently wasn't anyone here, and it was usually a quiet place. Their stakes were expensive, and it was usually only filled when someone slayed a monster or celebrated the findings of treasure.

"Come on, Luca!" Zhijiru waved as he entered the cottage, as he couldn't stand waiting any longer. The bell at the top of the door rung as the door opened, to notify the owner.

Inside there was the grill in the middle of the room. Stools, chairs, benches and tables all around for the gatherings. There was a back room kitchen that was sectioned off by a counter that was currently being wiped down by a large but friendly looking man named Bill.

"Why, I have some unlikely customers today." Bill looked at Zhijiru's sword strapped behind his back and started to chuckle lightly. Zhijiru clearly didn't look like a fighter, but in some ways he was reluctant assume that they were going to ask for a handout. He tried to nicely educate them, incase they thought it was a regular old restaurant. "This here is the Crimson Cottage boy, these won't be cheap meals or drinks you'll be having and assuming you've taken in any of the aroma here, I assure you they taste even better than it smells."