By the early evening, the party had reached the nearby village.
The cobblestone streets was alive with the clamor of vendors hawking their wares and the clink of coins changing hands.
Stalls lined the main thoroughfare, offering everything from fruits, vegetables to a few other accessories.
The air was thick with the scents of roasted meat, herbal fragrance, and the faint tang of metal from a nearby iron forge.
There were even a few kids playing in the alleyway.
Asking a nearby person for the direction, they arrived at the inn.
The inn wasn't large and luxurious but it looked like a decent place to spend a night.
However, surprisingly the inn-keeper was an elf.
An Elf with brown hair.
A low-breed elf.
Nevertheless, Alan couldn't care much.
That day they just purchased essentials such as food, tents, etc, and rested.
They were tired and had few things on their mind so, no night actions.
...
The early morning,
