Aether had decided to go back to the Inn, where the women had let him rest there one night for free, and as much as he wanted it to be more than one, he knew that to be able to keep the place intact, she needed money.
Yet it was strange that somehow, people were able to develop a currency in such a place.
Aether stayed on his bed, feeling the hardness of the floor beneath him, but there was still something between him and the ground, something he didn't have the privilege of usually.
He sighed, as his hand moved involuntarily to the note he had gotten from the ruins... he really wanted to forget about it, but he couldn't, he knew he could never pass on the opportunity, and so he opened it.
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