The light of the morning filtered through the windows of the inn, painting the world around it a beautiful shade of gold.
The smell of roasted meat and fresh bread filled the air as the morning meal was being served.
The tavern was already lively with travelers and a few residents of the nearby town, their chatter blending with the occasional clang of dishes.
Ren descended the stairs, finding Thorn already seated at a table near the center of the room. The Knight was tearing into a roasted piece of meat, nodding in approval as he saw Ren approach. "Morning. You sleep at all?"
Ren sat across from him, stretching his arms. "A little. Had some things to take care of."
Thorn smirked. "That's our young lord. Always plotting."
"And look where it's got us."
"Heading straight to our deaths." Thorn shot back with a smile.
Ren opened his mouth to refute it, thought about it, and stayed silent.