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Then, Aura looked at both of them one after the other. She had said, "They will conduct the test tomorrow. We move at daybreak."

Nero clenched his fist and nodded with a serious expression. He accepted Aura's words with resolve. Later, Aura excused herself from the three-stool seat. She headed upstairs, going into her separate room.

The place was alive with folks from Eldengrove. They were either old men, youngsters, or women. The seats were set in the same proportion - three stools centred by a round wooden table.

The mix of smoky and aromatic scents of roasting meat filled the air. And of course, the earthy and woody aroma of oak wine. A group of people argued. Their voices screamed, and wine jugs clattered as the innkeeper packed them.

The woman had a brown scarf wrapped around her forehead, securing her hair in a compact manner. She went from one table to another, packing wine jugs and at times took a few seconds to polish the wine tankards.