>>5892403>>5892702The decision made, you take a moment to shake Drew's hand and promise him the money tomorrow, away from prying eyes and after a much-needed night's sleep. Drew's face lights up, and for the rest of the night, he expresses his gratitude, ensuring your tankard stays full. As he becomes increasingly intoxicated, Avina intervenes, instructing her dwarven boy to escort the inebriated Drew safely to his lodgings.
Despite the occasional somber atmosphere in the town, you notice the genuine care the people have for one another. Avina turns her attention to you, her dwarven stature allowing her to put her arms around your waist. "Come 'n here, kid, you're barely any better, huh?" She guides you to your room and helps you settle onto your bed, gently removing your top garments. As she pauses, observing your body adorned with scars from your past life, a subtle sadness crosses her eyes.
"Sleep tight, kid. Hopefully, your days of collecting scars are over, eh?" With those words, the last vestiges of consciousness slip away, and you embrace a dark, dreamless sleep.
