Adelle's expression of gratitude for their encounter reminded him of the similar words he had once spoken to Lika.
However, when it came to Adelle, he found himself unable to wholeheartedly express the same sentiment. Mixed feelings of uncertainty and insecurity clouded his thoughts.
Another deep breath escaped Ervian's lips, his exhale carrying the weight of his inner turmoil.
'I just don't want to see myself losing the people I care about, again,' he whispered, the words barely audible in the night air.
As the night wore on, the adventurers found themselves immersed in the captivating atmosphere of the inn's bustling common room.
The melodic voice of a talented bard filled the air, carrying the enchanting prayer of the wind to every corner of the room. The crowd swayed to the rhythm, their spirits lifted by the harmonious melodies.