Dealing With a Greedy Little Dragon!

After sharing a meal, the pair returned to the inn, a simple building with rustic decorations and a calm atmosphere. The artwork seemed to pay homage to the first people who settled in the mountains. An image of them holding the corpse of a huge death weaver.

The picture's title: Death to the Dead Weaver. 

Leonhardt's lips curled into a smirk at the slight humour of the artist who named this painting. He wondered how difficult this task must have been for normal humans to achieve. 

'Did they have any help, or was the founder stronger?'

"What're you looking at Leo?" Asuka's cheerful voice came from behind him. He leaned back against her soft chest as she wrapped around him, her right hand jingling the room key.

"Nothing, just an amusing picture. Hm? You bought a single room?" 

He didn't mind what room she chose because they wouldn't be staying long. However, he planned to sneak out alone tonight to survey the mountains.