The rest of the trio's day went smoothly enough. No one died, to their knowledge at least, and there were no ghast encounters either. Oak complained now and then about being covered in ghoul blood, but otherwise not much of note happened.
Lukas, more than the three of them, was relieved. Not only did he have to fight a ghast the day prior, but earlier today he had to fight in at least half a dozen ghoul fights in a single hour. He was relieved that the rest of this day was a lot lighter on him, even if he wasn't the one primarily fighting.
A part of him, however, was slightly disappointed. Maybe he was greedy, reckless, or just a fool, but a part of him wished for something more. His entire existence was built around fighting ghouls and ghasts, so not fighting them felt like it was against what he needed to do.
