“Of course. Frankly we wouldn’t have started questioning him until the chief shows up, which he can’t do right now on account of being asleep. But rest assured that we won’t start talking to him u til you’ve arrive. If he does anything funny, it’s be great if you were there to help us.” If there was nothing else, Picks himself was going to rest easy tonight knowing that his inn was safe.

 As for you, your room was small and frankly not too great. Your bed consisted of a box filled with hay and a flax sheet stretched over it, possibly as either a blanket or bedsheet. There was no pillow either. Aside from a small table and window there wasn’t much else on this room either, not even a candle to provide any illumination. Only the moonlight allowed you to even see what’s inside. Still there was a bar you could use to lock your door and window, so it was at least mildly secure. If there was nothing else, after everything that happened today you’d fall asleep easily.

And if being in this strange new world wasn’t weird enough you had a strange dream. You could see a huge storm, a hurricane perhaps, but soon a ray of light breaks through the dark clouds. That rat grows bigger until a large hole of divine light shines through but what comes out we’re not angels. No, it was a massive black dragon, with piercing golden eyes as he fell through the skies and plummeted towards the ocean. But before he would hit the water he spread his wings and flew forward. Accompanying him, thousands of harpies and other winged monsters, even smaller dragons. The dream fades just as you looked closer to the drago’s face, right before he turns to look at you.

And then morning came. Whether due to your dream or your own body’s natural urges, you awaken somewhat early and feel fairly well rested. The wound on your shoulder was also fully healed at this point. Thanks to Pylia’s quick first aid, there wasn’t even a scar, just the bloodstains on your clothing showing any sign that you’ve even been wounded. Soon there’s a light knock on your door and a feminine voice called. “Hello dear? Breakfast is ready.”