The inn, once our safe haven, now felt heavy with the weight of the night's events. The once-cheerful common room, filled with laughter and clinking tankards, now seemed eerily quiet. The patrons, oblivious to the danger that had lurked just beyond their doors, continued their revelry, their carefree laughter echoing through the room. Yet, to those who knew the truth, the atmosphere was thick with tension and unease. The very air seemed to hum with the residual energy of the confrontation, a stark contrast to the carefree ambiance that had once filled the space.
Easton remained in our room while Aiden and Calix ventured out to find me. It made sense; he couldn't risk drawing attention to himself.
"Who was it?" Easton asked, his voice low.
"Didn't say," Aiden replied, his tone terse.
"You can't just go around killing Lucien's men," Easton warned, his brow furrowed.