Left

You turn left again, which somehow brings you out of the slums and right back in front of the inn; you can still hear the criminals running after you, so you bolt for the entrance and get to your room, locking the door behind you. You spend the rest of the day crouched by the door, listening for them.

Finally, convinced you are safe, after several hours of silence, you slide back into the bed, your body coated with sweat, as you drift off to a final sleep before your meeting with the queen.