Not long after that, Mira woke up. Though she still looked weak and a little dazed, the young girl immediately got up when Riven asked her to leave. They didn't want to stay there any longer. Even if the medical bills were paid in full, Riven still felt uneasy "owing" space in such a luxurious place.
They walked down the main road of Dorthlam City, their footsteps blending with the buzz of city life. Dorthlam was a fairly large city, quite bustling—street vendors shouted out their goods, the sound of horses pulling carts echoed, and the clinking of metal from the blacksmith's forge filled the air. The warm midday sun hit their skin, adding to the sense of a fast-moving and colorful life.
However, Riven felt like a stranger. His steps were steady, but his thoughts were far behind.