The small room was quiet except for the sound of dripping water from a cracked jar in the corner. The walls were rough wood, and the faint smell of dust and herbs clung to the air. It wasn't much, but compared to the dirt ground he had slept on last night, it felt like a palace.
Seo Jin sat cross-legged on the floor. His sleeve was rolled up, and a strip of torn cloth was tied around his arm. The cut from the duel still burned. Every time he moved, it stung, but he didn't let the pain show on his face.
The little fox rolled around lazily on the straw bed. Its fluffy tail flicked back and forth, golden eyes sparkling. "Host, you were amazing today! Everyone thought you would be chopped into pieces, but you turned it around. Did you see their stupid faces? Priceless!"
Seo Jin gave it a flat look. "I also almost died. If that sword had been a little faster, I'd be a corpse right now."
