Morning arrived, and Fein awoke from a restless sleep. He knew it was time to bid farewell to the inn that had been his temporary home during his time with Imeng. With a heavy heart, he made his way downstairs to the inn's first floor, where the inn owner, Johny, greeted him with a mixture of reluctance and fondness.
Johny's tired eyes met Fein's, and a hint of sorrow flashed across his face. They had developed a special bond during Fein's stay, sharing stories and laughter over countless meals. There was an unspoken understanding between them, a connection formed through the passing of time.
Fein approached the counter, offering a bittersweet smile. "Morning, Johny," he greeted, his voice tinged with a touch of melancholy. "Looks like it's time for me to move on."
