"That is fine. In the end, I will leave this place soon anyway; there is no need to overly make things complicated."
CREAK!
As I was savoring the delicious meal in front of me, the tranquility of the inn was suddenly shattered by the deafening sound of the door bursting open.
Startled patrons jumped in their seats, and the previously cheerful morning ambiance was replaced by an atmosphere of surprise and curiosity as everyone's attention swiftly shifted toward the entrance.
'Hmm?'
A tall figure stood in the doorway, his broad shoulders filling the frame as he surveyed the room with a look of barely concealed irritation.
His clothes were rugged, a mix of leather and worn fabric, and his boots were caked with mud. A heavy, imposing sword hung at his side, its hilt worn from use.
The man's face was hard, weathered by years of battle, with a scar running down his left cheek that only added to his menacing appearance.
