The next morning, Ronan and his companions left the inn where they had spent the night and entered a small tavern that looked reasonably priced.
With the sun just rising, the tavern was already quite busy, though most patrons looked as if they hadn't slept a wink.
The constant buzz of conversation filled the tavern as Ronan's group casually chose a round table to sit at and ordered their respective breakfasts.
After a night's rest, Ronan noticed that everyone was in good spirits.
Old Wells' complexion was noticeably better, though he occasionally coughed lightly.
"Later, I'll go and find someone... Andre and his sister, Jolin..."
Old Wells listed a few names and when mentioning Linus, Ronan frowned but didn't say anything, just asked, "Do you know where they are?"
"Not sure about the others."