~Creak~Creak~
The night was quiet, broken only by the rhythmic creak of wooden wheels and the soft clop of hooves. A caravan rolled through the shadowed forest, its lanterns casting flickering light on the rough trees.
The Green Leaf Inn came into view, a sturdy two-story building with warm moonlight spilling from its windows, a resting spot for weary travelers.
Adventurers, mercenaries, and dungeon challengers milled about, their cloaks dusty, their weapons glinting in the moonlight. The caravan slowed, stopping in front of the inn's weathered sign.
Two figures stepped down, their cloaks heavy with the grime of travel. Kael adjusted his hood, the Abyssal Fang Dagger hidden beneath his coat. Sera followed, her bow slung across her back, her eyes still carrying the hollow ache of loss.
Kael handed the driver a handful of bronze coins, the metal clinking softly. The driver nodded with a smile, urging the horses forward as the caravan rumbled away.
