Darion and Jophiel had been traveling nonstop for the last few days before they arrived at the gates of Mysthaven. Surprisingly, the gates were open to everyone. It was a royal wedding after all.
"It's so cold ," Jophiel complained, rubbing her shoulders to generate some warmth. Unlike her, Darion was heavily dressed. He appeared more human to her now than before.
She stole a quick glance at his side profile, noticing how fast his beard had grown. His hair was a shade of brown due to lack of a bath the last few days they'd travelled. He really needed one!
As if he'd read her mind, they walked into an inn that was conjoined with an ale house. The revellers were discussing about the royal wedding and some expensive carriages they had laid their peasant eyes on after a long time.