As Neve walked out of Minerva's house, early in the morning, she roamed the streets absent-mindedly, feeling calm for the first time in a while.
The citizens of Rorvan hadn't gotten up yet. She guessed that sleeping was probably one of their favorite activities given that they were trapped here with very little to do.
Naturally, the previous day's events took ownership of most of her thoughts.
Every time she closed her eyes, she could recall what that intimate moment was like. Ahlakan's hands on a journey of exploration across her body, their tongues embracing each other empowered by a mutual curiosity.
It all made Neve wonder about something she hadn't really cared about up until now.
[Will everyone actually just disappear as soon as I finish clearing the dungeon?]
