I walked down the street toward the hotel, the sun still blazing overhead, when a smell of something delicious hit me—grilled meat, maybe, or fresh bread, drifting from the hotel ahead of me.
My stomach growled hard as the aroma came into my nose.
"Damn… smells tasty," I muttered, picking up my pace a little. "I'm seriously so hungry right now—all my breakfast got digested in that club, sighhh…" I shook my head, the memory of the wild morning flashing through my mind, every ounce of energy burned up in that sweaty chaos.
As I walked, I noticed the knights and guards of the island scattered around, their armor glinting in the daylight, swords sheathed but hands twitching near the hilts.
They'd been on edge since my fight at the shore last night, that messy brawl under the moon that'd left a many of them confused. Now they were everywhere, posted up on corners, patrolling the streets, their eyes sharp and suspicious.
