The first order of business was a long long shower.
Melchior couldn't help it at that point. It was a very very nice bath. However, he got out after he reached a certain level of satisfaction there.
After getting out, he returned to the bedroom area and took up a spot in the centre of the bed, wearing nothing but night garments.
In front of him was the dark cloak that Zale had gifted him just before he left Blackmount, his uniform, several daggers and hidden blades and finally, Stormrage.
There was one thing he'd always been curious about, and that was the cloak.
It didn't seem like an ordinary item, yet it possessed no extraordinary qualities either, at least ones that he could notice. Aside from being more sturdy towards blade attacks, it was underwhelming in other regards. Yet… at the same time, he felt a strange aura constantly coming from it.
