The rooms were a welcome relief from the relentless desert heat. Stone walls and wooden beams, worn smooth by years of use, held the coolness of the mountain and gave off a faint earthy scent. Lira and Renkai stretched out on the carved wooden beds, letting the chill of the surfaces seep into their tired muscles. The soft rumble of the chariot horses and Kakraje resting outside added a comforting rhythm to the quiet.
Once refreshed, Lira suggested they explore the town to see what delicacies it had to offer. The narrow streets twisted upward along the cliff face, lined with small market stalls and stone niches where vendors displayed their goods. Lanterns glowed softly in the late afternoon sun, casting long shadows across the walls.
"Let's see what this town has," Renkai said, brushing off his clothes. "After all that desert sand, something sweet or refreshing would be perfect."
