Once he'd finished getting ready, he quickly went down to the Order's main hall, where Nerris was already chatting with the mercenaries on hand. He decided not to disturb her and went out immediately.
The fresh morning air almost surprised him, a light breeze caressing his face still marked by the previous day's fatigue. The town of Grimpoint seemed to be slowly waking up, with its alleyways still partly deserted and a few shopkeepers setting up their stalls.
Sora took a deep breath. Today, he intended to equip himself properly so that he would no longer look shabby. His first objective: to find a clothing store suited to his mercenary needs.
After a few minutes' walk, he spotted a wooden sign suspended by chains, on which was engraved an intertwined needle and sword. “The Grimpoint weaver”, he read in a low voice.