Marked by the Mist

The abandoned inn was quiet—a strange sort of quiet that made the team realize just how chaotic the night had been. The wind outside rustled half-broken shutters, and every now and then, a distant rumble from the heart of Luthadel reminded them of the chaos they'd left behind. The building itself, once likely a humble lodging for traveling merchants, showed signs of disuse: a warped front door hanging on loose hinges, a handful of rickety tables scattered around a common room, and a staircase missing entire chunks of railing. Despite the sorry condition, it was enough. It was away from the immediate danger, and for now, that was all they needed.