Zafron made his way through the dimly lit corridors of the Undercity, his body aching from the intense training session with Sakura. The events at the bar still swirled in his mind, a mix of adrenaline and regret coursing through his veins.
[Well, my lord, that was quite the eventful evening,] Calista chimed in. [Though I must say, challenging the local behemoth might not have been your wisest decision.]
'Not now, Calista,' Zafron thought back, rubbing his temples. 'I've got enough on my plate without your commentary.'
As he approached Rusty Nail, Zafron couldn't help but feel a twinge of longing for the world above. The Undercity's oppressive atmosphere seemed to weigh heavier on him with each passing day.
He pushed open the door, expecting to find the usual chaos of their shared living space. Instead, the first room stood empty, save for the faint sounds emanating from the kitchen.
"Hello?" Zafron called out, his voice echoing in the sparse room.
