The cool breeze drifted through the open window of the small inn as the sun bathed the town in the soft golden glow of early morning. Arthur sat at the wooden table by the window, the rays of light warming his face as he stared out at the streets below. The town was quiet, peaceful, and after everything that had happened in the dungeon, it felt almost unreal to be surrounded by such calm.
He glanced over his shoulder, his eyes falling on Casia, who was still sleeping soundly in the bed across the room. Her chest rose and fell with the rhythm of deep, restful sleep, and for the first time in days, Arthur felt a sense of peace settle over him. The horrors of the dungeon seemed like a distant memory now, and the emotional turmoil of their reunion was slowly beginning to fade.
