The home of the mage had everything that they needed to survive. There was a well inside that connected to an underground river. While the room had no other food sources, the mushrooms had grown in abundance, and with the remaining spices that the mage had, the group could cook a meal that was better than what they would get as slaves.
The room was large and clearly crafted. The mage that lived there was not just a simple hermit. It was clear he was rather rich.
The group was resting inside the large room with lights of its own through some magic stones. They talked and tended to their wounds and gave Emeros the space he needed.
Emeros was in the other room and had finished observing the corpse. He was now reading through the journal of the corpse.
Serena watched from a distance. She couldn't help but look at the man and recall how he had fought earlier.
