No Patience For Fools

Morning came, the golden light of the rising sun streaming through the windows of the inn. 

Ren stirred awake, still feeling exhausted from the previous night's events. 

The teleportation, the battle, Thorn's injury, and securing the healer, had drained him. 

They had teleported back to the inn at Rosefield after Thorn had been stabilized, making sure no one had come looking for them or suspected their absence. 

Fortunately, nothing of the sort had happened.

While Thorn was definitely okay, he'd still need to eat more to replenish his energy. That was fine with Ren

After taking his bath and getting himself ready, he descended the stairs to the common room, yawning deeply as he rubbed his eyes. 

The scent of freshly baked bread and sizzling meat filled the air, making his mouth water. As he stepped into the room, he immediately spotted Lilith seated at a table in the middle of the room, waiting for him.