The inn was two stories tall, with a balcony on the top floor. The receptionist was an old man. He peered at the two from behind thick bifocals. "So a room for the eloping couple?" he asked. Aban blushed.
"N-N-No, we're friends," he said. The old man winked.
"Sure," he said, tossing the room key to the young man. Aban paid the man and found their room-- it was a basement room, with access to a hot spring. However, there was one problem.
"One bed?" Aban asked.