Heading To Vayhill

The smell of roasted meat, old wood, and ale lingered inside the inn's hall.

Kai sat at a corner table with Elina and Lina, steam rising and poking at the half-eaten stew in front of him.

Elina munched her share; cheeks puffed like a squirrel.

Lina, sitting across from Kai, nibbled on dried bread while her green hare dozed curled beside her seat.

Just a typical evening—until the noise started.

Voices rose from a nearby table. Then from another.

Soon, the whole room buzzed with whispers and half-panicked murmurs.

"Did you hear what happened in Veyhill City?" a merchant exclaimed to his companion.

"The whole district's in chaos. The manor was burned down. Some even think it was orchestrated."

Lina's hand trembled mid-reach for her cup.

Just for a moment.

Then she drew it back smoothly and sipped, eyes calm like nothing happened.

Kai noticed.

Before he could say anything, Elina blinked.