Rest
I made my way back to the inn, my mind still buzzing with the conversation I'd had with Harlan. The smithy's warmth lingered on my skin, but the cool evening air quickly chased it away as I walked through the narrow streets of Rackenshore.
The city was beginning to come alive again after the lull of the afternoon, with people slowly returning to their homes, eager to escape the dangers that lurked in the dark corners of the world.
When I reached the inn, I could hear the murmur of voices and the clatter of dishes before I even stepped through the door.
The place was busier now, the earlier tension that had filled the air seemingly forgotten as the patrons relaxed into their routines. The scent of cooked food and ale wafted out, mingling with the faint smell of smoke from the hearth.