129 New Shop

Night arrived, Staxius headed back for the trip to the commercial district ended in naught. Nothing caught the eye; all were mundane and boring. Despite this, a few chairs and some furniture got bought. It would be installed the next day by the craftsmen. He returned with a frown – nevertheless, scrolls were to be written as soon as possible.

As predicted, the room was empty. Thus, the night went on without nothing out of the ordinary disturbing the peace - a calm and quiet many envied. A fulfilling night of sleep – though, this could not be said about the messenger. The one who rides by horse; the trip was only half done. A lifeline, a call for help, a quest said messenger was to complete. The fate of the town rested upon those small shoulders. Gritt didn't manifest, a well-deserved break for the many grieving warriors.