The first rays of morning light gently filtered through the curtains, casting a soft glow upon the room where Fein and Imeng had spent the night. As Fein stirred from his sleep, he became aware of a low, rumbling sound that seemed to reverberate through the walls.
Fein groaned and rubbed his eyes, struggling to shake off the remnants of sleep. The persistent snoring from the adjacent room grew louder, interrupting the peaceful atmosphere of the inn. He glanced towards Imeng, who was already sitting up in bed, his brows furrowed in annoyance.
"Is someone being attacked by a wild beast?" Fein muttered, his voice tinged with sarcasm. The noise was unbearable, and it threatened to derail any hope of a restful morning.
Imeng, sharing Fein's frustration, pushed himself off the bed and headed towards the door. Annoyance etched upon his face, he resolved to seek out the source of the disturbance and put an end to it.
