"Yawwwn." At the very far edge of a wooden hallway, a young man in white robes stretched his hands outward, letting out a relieved yawn.
From the cold blizzard in the mountains to a warm fireplace with wooden padding and a cozy pillow to lay on, it was like the feeling of cool relaxation after hard work.
It was really calming.
"Food!" After taking several breaths of fresh air, the young man turned to look down the hallway, where the subtle sounds of metal cutlery tearing into meat and the smell of booze emitted from.
Then, with a smile and natural strides, he walked down the hall and made a turn to the stairs.
He was hungry.
"Greetings." Leon soon arrived at a counter down the staircase and approached the lady behind the counter.
It was still quite early, but this place was already packed with the townsfolk as they sought their breakfast.
