The morning sun crept over the horizon, casting a soft glow over the streets of Esbakan as Luke and Ilyrana stood in front of the main building. Their belongings were packed and secured, ready for the journey ahead. The crisp morning air carried a sense of new beginnings, but also a quiet farewell to the place that had sheltered them for the past few days.
In front of them, the maids stood in neat rows, bowing slightly in a gesture of respect and farewell. They had taken care of Luke and Ilyrana during their stay, providing meals, comfort, and a sense of home. Luke, though never quite accustomed to such formalities, offered them a polite nod. Ilyrana, as ever, was graceful in her thanks, offering a few quiet words of gratitude.
"We appreciate your hospitality and care," Luke said, glancing over at Ilyrana to see her give a small, respectful bow to the maids.
