Chapter 21.4

When Soren returned to the inn, he was sure to be as quiet as possible when he slinked back into his room. Quick to change out of his gear, tiredly tossing coat and weapons to the side as he flopped onto the bed. And yet he couldn’t shake the sudden restlessness, feeling too hopped up on the fading adrenaline to sleep yet.

“Someone has to be up… maybe some tavern nearby is still going strong…”

Rising from the bed, Soren slunk out into the hall and started down to the main floor. Surprisingly, there was actually still some people up and about despite the time of night, though it was far from the lively atmosphere of the daytime. Quiet sorts, huddled around their tables and seeking utmost privacy even over their drinks. And perhaps even more surprisingly, Bakar himself still manning the counter.

“Ahh, Manas’ pal!” the innkeep gave a warm chuckle as Soren approached the counter, currently wiping clean some mugs. “The warm Rubicon air making it hard to sleep?”