The past few days had been interesting.
Arin and Ragna spent their time fooling around, exploring the capital, and enjoying the grand Festival of Light.
It was a rare moment of peace amidst the chaos of their lives.
The last few days weren't particularly eventful—they simply wandered through old buildings, admired grand structures, and relaxed in the parks.
Ragna, who had never visited such a massive city before, was fascinated by everything.
Every street, every monument, every festival felt like a new world to her.
Arin, on the other hand, had seen plenty of cities before, but this time, watching Ragna enjoy herself was enough to make him happy.
But soon, the festivities came to an end, and it was time to return to reality.
One evening, in a small, cheap tavern, the two warriors sat drinking. It was still early, and the tavern was mostly empty.
