[h1][color=6ecff6]Chapter 2[/color]: Broken Wings[/h1]
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Somewhere out there, a bell chimed, the first gongs of the morning.

Somewhere out there, adventurers woke, gathering in the plaza to discuss their bounty of the day.

Somewhere out there, pots clanged, a sister rousing the rabble for their breakfast of thin soup, the homeless leaving the Churc to do what they’ve always done.

But in the deeper corridors of the church, the outside world seemed like nothing more than the fragment of a dream. It was quiet in the morning as Muu stirred from her long and fitful slumber. She could feel the decay of her body, worn out from fighting off whatever disease had taken her, as well as the general lack of nutrition to begin with. Her head still ached, doubly so when sunlight cast over her eyes, while there was a general sense of lethargy weighing down her mind, but…she was a live. She still breathed. And her thoughts were her own.

Peeking under the covers would reveal that she was practically naked. Looking over to the side would reveal that her equipment had been laid on the floor, leather armor, red scarf, and short sword. And, scanning the corner of the curtained-off ‘bedroom’, Muu saw Ash and Mateo as well. Ash looked wilder than she last remembered, a certain savagery in how she carried herself with her dirtied clothes and tangled hair. Matteo too looked different, but in a more ephemeral manner; the Thief was absolutely exhausted, his complexion drained, his stance empty.

It had been a long time since the three of them had talked to each other.

But it was only with talking that they could come to a consensus on their next approach.

On the stone window-slit, a small bird hopped off, and disappeared. Whether they flew or fell, no one knew.