I hate it when a day off doesn't go as planned. You'd think after ten years of fighting dark forces and facing death on a regular basis, I'd know how to handle a little downtime. But no, relaxing can be just as complicated as battling an army of demons.
The morning started with the best intentions. The guild hall was quieter than usual, the aftermath of our recent battle still hanging in the air like a stubborn mist. Despite the somber atmosphere, I decided to take advantage of the rare opportunity for some R&R. Raven and I had made a pact to enjoy a day free from responsibilities, and I was determined to make it happen.
After a lazy breakfast of stale bread and questionable jam – seriously, who thought apricot and garlic was a good combination? – I suggested we head to the market. It had been ages since we'd done anything remotely normal, and the idea of browsing through stalls filled with trinkets and fresh produce sounded almost idyllic.
