In the early morning, a cool wind drifts in through the open window. As the sun begins to rise, its rays gently shine on Renzor's sleeping face. He slowly opens his eyes, gazing up at the ceiling, still half-lost in dreams.
Taking a deep breath, he forces himself up and stretches his arms, his muscles aching. Getting out of bed, he walks over to the table grabs a mug half full of last night's beer, and drains it.
He looks out the window, the town is still sleeping. He grabs his armour off the ground and puts on his cloak. He exits his room and walks down the empty halls. As he descends the stairs, he notices a figure standing by the receptionist's desk, their face obscured by the shadows.
Their eyes meet and they walk towards him, revealing Agatha. "Good morning, Renzor," she says, her voice soft and husky.
"Morning," He greets her, walking past her.
"Want me to make you breakfast?" She calls out.
