The dinner table was set, adorned with simple yet hearty fare. Steaming bowls of a savory stew filled the air with a rich aroma, and freshly baked bread accompanied the main course. The dishes were a blend of local flavors, reflecting the rustic charm of Twilight Haven. Roasted vegetables, seasoned meats, and a medley of herbs created a meal that spoke of the town's culinary warmth.
Seated at the table, the atmosphere was thick with a palpable tension. Isolde and Adam sat side by side, their interaction limited to occasional glances. Vexa, absorbed in her chit, occupied a corner of the table, seemingly oblivious to the dynamics around her.....or she knows but still ignored it.
Aron, with a scowl etched on his face, sat across from me, while Erik found himself next to Adam, possibly overwhelmed by the proximity to the captain.
