The carriage glided effortlessly along the cobblestone streets, its wheels whispering against the ancient stones, carrying Lyra and Alaric towards their much-needed respite at the inn.
The sun, now a golden orb hanging low in the sky, cast a warm glow over the town, highlighting the intricate details of the buildings they passed. Alaric, his mind still buzzing with the events of the day, couldn't help but feel a sense of relief as they approached the inn, a sanctuary from the day's drama.
Stepping into the inn's cozy lobby, Lyra exhaled deeply, her shoulders relaxing as she took in the familiar surroundings. The innkeeper greeted them warmly, his hearty laughter filling the air. "Welcome back, Lady Steele and young master Alaric. It's been a busy day, I presume?"
"Indeed, it has," Lyra replied, her voice carrying a hint of exhaustion. "But we're glad to be back, and a warm meal and a soft bed are all we need right now."
