Shie bowed to her father, then to Lièrén. "Of course. If you would follow me, please." She slid the door opened, waiting for him to exit before sliding it closed once more. The hallway stretched in front of them, dark and shaking with the heavy breeze. The scent of the burned body, as well as the burnt grass, wafted in as she passed by opened windows.<br/><br/>Coming to a room that looked to be well-loved, she knelt and opened the door. "This is our best room. While the inn is closed, it shall be yours. Mine is there," she pointed to the one down and to the left, "and my father's is connected to his office."