The perspective returned to the inn.
On the horizon, the eastern skyline was already showing the first light of the dawn, heralding the arrival of a new day.
Those ready to set off early were packing in their rooms, settling their accounts with the innkeeper, then hastily departing.
Inside one of the rooms, Danis from the Mercenary Team stood ready, fully dressed. And on the bed lay Zack, also from the Mercenary Team, his body wrapped in bandages, only his eyes visible, lifelessly staring at the ceiling.
Danis's eyes flickered as she spoke, "I am sorry, Zack, Uncle Mura and I are leaving. Your injuries are too severe, so you must stay behind, but I have asked the innkeeper to find someone to take care of you. It's a very hardworking lad from the inn; he will handle everything for you. As long as you don't give up hope, you will surely recover quickly, and then you can return to our team and continue earning mercenary fees with me and Uncle Mura."
