Alex entered the highway of the adventurer's guild with renewed strength, finding the grey walls more welcoming than before. The paintings adorning the place caught Alex's attention for the first time. He saw a portrait of a blue dragon crossing the skies with big wings, just as he had imagined. He slid one finger across the paint and kept moving. Happy to be alive, he knew he couldn't waste time either.
The others followed him closely, not uttering a word. Entering his room, he found a prison garb waiting for him above the bed. This one was clean and had no holes. It consisted of simple linen beige shirts, pants, and sandals — not the attire he wanted to wear, but far better than some he had seen in the dungeon prison.
Above the shirt lay the diminished arcanite ore, given to him by Kael'Talar. The young elf looked at the object with curiosity, having almost forgotten about this mission. He was probably three days delayed on the task, which could become a problem.
