It was a typo D=. And what are you going to do, turn time back and slither that ten feet?

I followed the road to the east until I came to the hotel entrance. The bell on the door made a cheerful noise as I stepped inside. “Hello,” I said to the bell. It didn’t respond, so I backed away slowly and then ran the rest of the way in.
It was a pretty small hotel; it consisted solely of a lobby and a hallway to the rooms. “Excuse me, sir; do you possess maps of this area?” I asked the tall, kind looking woman at the counter.
She raised an eyebrow. “A map? Why do you need a map?”
“I’m looking for Scholar Sam.”
“Did you check his magic academy?” she asked, obviously having no faith in my amazing observational skills.
“Yes, sir, we did.”
“And he wasn’t there?”
“Yes, sir, he wasn’t.” After I said this I began to wonder if the proper way to word it was “No, sir, he wasn’t”. It was, however agreeing with what she said. But then again, I was saying someone was not there. I thought about it for about five minutes. The woman politely waited until I stopped staring into space to finish.
“I’m going to go steal books,” she concluded, and walked out the door. The bell made a cheerful noise as she exited. It must have liked her more than it liked me.