Iris sighed, the capital was vast. After a day of having to deal with the soldiers milling around them, Iris finally found a simple inn located on the outskirts of the city towards the east.
"Tired." Iris threw herself on the bed. She looked up at the ceiling made of thin wood painted white. The Witch sighed. "Let me sleep well for a while."
She now hates anything to do with the color white.
Iris let Thomas and Morgan choose their room, she was too lazy to take care of the two mans who acted like little kids.
The sound of Morgan dropping things on the floor from the next room irritated Iris, not once, but many times. Iris suspected that the werewolf did it on purpose to make Iris come to his room.
The Witch sighed softly. She got up, took her magic book, and cast a soundproof incantation.
Everything went silent in an instant. Iris heaved a sigh of relief and laid back down.
"Finally, I can sleep in peace."
