After landing outside the walls that served as a fence for the Phoenix Palace, we fled to the capital city. The first thing we needed to find was accommodation, and so we headed for an inn. By the time we reached the inn, the sun was just about to rise above the horizon and greet the day with a new dawn.
The innkeeper and staff were just about to come out and prepare the inn for receiving guests when we arrived. The aroma of steamed buns and fried meat drifted over the air, the chef and his subordinates already prepping the ktchen for a busy day ahead.
