The next morning.
Hazuki stretched, stepping out of the inn's cramped shower space. A few drips of water still clung to his hair, and the towel he used was more rag than fabric—but it did the job.
"Cheap, cold, and cramped. Yep... this is definitely the cheapest inn." he muttered to himself.
He strapped on his gear, grabbed his sword, and stepped outside. The air was fresh, the morning sun low on the horizon, and the dwarven town slowly starting to wake.
Floating just above his shoulder, Ridan yawned exaggeratedly.
"Haaahhh~ morning already?"
Hazuki side-eyed him.
"You said spirits don't need sleep."
"Hmm? Of course we don't." Ridan smirked.
"But if I don't sleep, what am I supposed to do? Float around all night, sneak into people's rooms, leave clothes hovering midair and scare someone half to death?"
Hazuki gave a flat stare.
"...That actually sounds like something you'd enjoy."
