"K–King?!" Reynold shouted, utterly dumbfounded as King leapt out of the carriage without a word of explanation.
The other three sat frozen in equal disbelief.
"Stop the carriage!" Reynold shouted, prompting the coachman to pull the reins.
"What's going on? Is he tired already?" Lua asked, noticing that King was striding purposefully toward an inn.
"No… I don't think that's it," Saya muttered, a grimace tightening her features as she observed where King was headed.
The sun was high in the afternoon sky, and the inn bustled with activity. The air was alive with the sound of clinking utensils and murmured conversations as patrons filled the restaurant. Most of the tables were occupied, save for a few scattered empty ones.