It was dark, way past midnight when Talon got back to the dead man's inn.
Now, he was walking straight toward the old man. The pain made him tired, it made him distraught, and no matter how much time had gone by, the invisible scars that the pain caused could not fade.
His mind was still numb, even after the pain faded, his head lacked clarity but Talon could not yet rest.
Formulating thoughts inside his head was hard, almost impossible as he was beyond exhausted after everything went down in the day.
'I'm so tired…'
This was the only thought that formulated in his head, not being able to think about anything else as his exhaustion was at an all-time high.
But even with the exhaustion, he ignored everything around him, the loud noises of the Inn, the rowdy patrons, he was only seeing one thing, the old man before him.
