Nimble Thief (Part 2)

The walk was quieter this time. He took in his surroundings, adjusting to the city's layout. 

The streets were lined with vendors packing up for the night, their stalls now half-empty from a long day of trade. 

The smell of cooked meat and fresh bread lingered in the air, making his stomach tighten in subtle hunger.

Despite the bustling nature of the city, there was a certain calmness to it. 

Compared to the dungeons, the bloodshed, and the constant battles, this was something different — something… normal.

It was a strange feeling.

His boots clicked lightly against the stone as he approached the familiar road leading to the inn. 

The building's glimmering exterior stood out even among the finer establishments. 

It was grand, well-kept, and held an air of luxury.

He stepped inside.