Morning light filtered through the small window of the inn, casting a soft glow across the room where Karrigan stirred from his sleep. He yawned, stretching his arms, blissfully unaware of the events that had transpired during the night. For him, everything seemed as ordinary as any other morning. But for Luke, the memory of the midnight commotion was fresh, and the details of the hunt and the Okula monster were still vivid in his mind.
As Karrigan prepared for the day, Luke dressed quietly, lost in thought. The knowledge of the villagers' unique way of survival—hunting the Okula and using its resources to sustain life in the harsh, cold environment—was something Luke hadn't anticipated. It added a layer of depth to the world he was still learning to navigate.
