Prepare For Another Departure

Mikhailis stretched his arms above his head, a satisfying crack echoing from his shoulders as the early rays of sunlight seeped through the inn's modest window. He stood there for a moment, letting the faint warmth on his skin wake him fully. Below, the muffled hum of voices floated up from the common room, a blend of quiet conversation and the occasional clatter of metal and wood. Preparations were well underway, each member of the group contributing their part to the effort. The scent of freshly baked bread from the kitchen teased his senses, momentarily grounding him.

His glasses glimmered faintly as Rodion projected the latest map overlay in the corner of his vision. The holographic paths, marked by faint glowing lines, were overlaid with indicators highlighting points of potential interest or danger.