Riding Toward The Empire I

As daylight returned to the Town of Daynz, inside the inn, the scent of freshly baked bread and spiced tea filled the air. Great Elder White Fang was the first to descend from his room, his steps steady as he made his way to the dining hall.  

The hall was quiet, with only a handful of travelers scattered among the tables, enjoying their meals. Great Elder White Fang chose a seat near a window and waved over the innkeeper, his expression calm but firm.  

"Something warm," he said simply. "A hearty meal to start the day."  

The innkeeper nodded quickly and disappeared toward the kitchen.  

Moments later, Lord Acheon appeared at the top of the staircase, descending with his usual measured pace. He greeted the elder with a respectful nod as he approached the table.  

"Good morning, Elder," Acheon said as he pulled out a chair. "I see you're as punctual as ever."