Prophet Magus and Ethan parted ways, each retreating to their respective chambers.
Prophet Magus was now overcome with weariness, yearning for a swift slumber.
He knew he had to swiftly regain his optimal state, for he was aware of more crucial matters awaiting him on the morrow.
Come early morning, the innkeeper would undoubtedly seek him out, inquiring if any clues had been unearthed.
Meanwhile, Ethan didn't immediately seek rest, unlike Prophet Magus.
After the recent events, Ethan's mood remained in disarray.
"I can empathize with your sentiments. However, as I mentioned before, we must maintain our composure. Acting impulsively will only lead us deeper into peril," the Shadow Elf beside Ethan spoke, his tone tinged with concern.
He worried that Ethan's emotional turmoil might plunge him into despair.
The Shadow Elf was acutely aware that he couldn't tackle the current crisis solely with his own abilities.
