The first light of dawn painted the fortress in hues of pink and gold, casting long shadows across the courtyard. The birds chirped merrily, seemingly unaware of the fierce battles that had taken place not long ago. Inside the main hall, the guild members were beginning to stir, the aroma of fresh bread and brewing coffee wafting through the air.
I stretched and yawned, feeling the pleasant ache of muscles well-used. The morning routine had become a comforting ritual, a way to ground ourselves amid the chaos. Raven was already up, her dark hair pulled back into a practical ponytail as she handed out breakfast to those who needed a little extra encouragement to leave their beds.
"Morning, sunshine," she teased, handing me a mug of steaming coffee.
"Morning," I replied, taking a grateful sip. The warmth spread through me, waking me up fully. "What's the plan for today?"
