As Luke and Ilyrana settled into the guest room, the soft clattering of pots and pans from the kitchen echoed through the small house. The elderly woman had asked them if they wanted dinner, to which Luke politely declined, explaining they had just eaten at the tavern.
"Thank you, but we're quite full already," Luke had said with a warm smile. The woman nodded, seemingly content to prepare something small for herself.
Now, with the sounds of her quiet dinner preparations in the background, Luke and Ilyrana found themselves alone in the guest bedroom. The soft glow of the evening light filtered through the window, casting a calm, golden hue across the room. It was a simple space, with a bed in the centre and a wooden chest at the foot, but its cosy atmosphere was welcoming after the long day.
Luke stood momentarily, glancing around, his eyes lingering on the wooden panel in the corner.
