I am not good at giving names for places or people, so if you do happen to stumble across this, feel free to help name things!
It wasn't always this empty. Years before, this would be filled with the clamorous chatter of half drunk men, with small fights appearing every now and then, and going just as fast as they came. Secrets were passed through hushed whispers, and slipped notes. It was long past its former crowded state. Now, seldom did people enter, let alone glance at the building. Dark and empty, it had fallen into disrepair, with its window barred with rotten planks. Now nobody went in the inn, or at least, everyone who went inn (geddit) were not seen in the same condition they went is as, or seen at all.
There was one certain man, who sat in the corner every evening, and was gone by dusk. No one knew where he came from before, and there was no one to ask or wonder about it now. People used to stare and speculate where he came from. All the rumours and mysteries that enshrouded his silence was fading, and no soul was left to look at his