When they arrived at the inn, the three young adventurers quickly organized themselves.
Twig would keep watch in case Saul appeared, while the two siblings—quick and agile—climbed up the side walls of the house, scaling the roof and slipping through a small gap that could hardly be called a window. Their goal was to grab some clothes to replace their swordsman outfits.
Twig, meanwhile, entered through the front door—the main entrance of the inn.
Saul was in the hallway, moving some stuff when he saw the boy.
"You're there, kid? Come on, help me move these things. Have you finished your chores for today?" Saul asked.
"Yes, sir. Everything's done. I'm about to take care of the inside now," Twig replied calmly.
"Alright then. And where are my children? Haven't seen them with you, and they haven't passed through here either."
"Oh, they're fine. I saw them a while ago. I think they'll be here any minute now."
And just as he said, it didn't take long for the two siblings to appear at the door—certainly having come down through the same gap they'd used to enter their room upstairs. Now they wore ragged clothes… or rather, their regular clothes. But not the same ones they'd left with that morning.
The sudden change made Saul raise an eyebrow.
"Aron, Jenny… why are you wearing those clothes? I don't remember you dressed like that earlier."
Jenny stepped forward and replied quickly:
"Oh, Dad, that's because we got wet! I mean, while Aron was helping me fetch water, one of the buckets cracked and spilled all over us. We had to change so we wouldn't stay soaked."
Saul gave an indifferent look, as if it wasn't worth worrying about, and went back to his tasks.
Aron gave Jenny a knowing glance, and she understood immediately—she rushed to the kitchen, while Aron went outside to take care of the chores.
Just like that, the three managed to avoid a possible scolding—or worse, having Saul discover something was wrong.
By the end of the day, before going to sleep, the trio met in their hideout to feast on the meat they had brought back from the dungeon.
The meal was incredible. They ate until their stomachs were full—so full that small bulges could be seen on their bellies.
Even Jenny, who usually slept quietly, snored loudly that night.
The next morning, while the kids were getting ready for their daily tasks, Saul called out to them:
"Come back earlier today. I'll need help organizing the inn. A caravan or maybe some traveling group might be passing through—heading to Riverrun or back along the King's Road."
It wasn't unusual, so the day went on as usual.
They completed their chores and, as always, slipped quietly into the woods, heading for the teleport point that would take them to the dungeon—careful not to be seen by anyone.
Inside the dungeon, everything seemed normal at first. The same baby wolves, the same giant ants.
But this time, they found something new: skeletons wandering through the desert.
Jenny was terrified at first, but soon they realized those creatures weren't too dangerous. The skeletons were weaker than the ants—just a bit stronger than the baby wolves.
Twig remembered them immediately. These were the same skeletons that low-level archers fought at the start of Ragnarok Online, at the first floor in the Payon Caves.
They were far from threatening now. The group's combat power had already surpassed any creature the desert could throw at them.
Of course, that didn't stop them from continuing to slash through those pitiful skeletons for experience.
Knowing they'd need to return to the inn earlier than usual, just as Saul had warned, the trio followed their usual routine.
They changed back into their regular clothes, sold the loot to the Kafra, and returned to the inn as if nothing had happened that day—nothing out of the ordinary, at least.
When the guests arrived, the kids got to work as usual.
Twig and Aron helped Saul greet the travelers, carry their belongings, and serve them food and drinks.
Late into the night, Jenny stayed hidden in the kitchen, preparing meals as always.
Twig, on the other hand, used the opportunity to listen in on the travelers' conversations, hoping to learn something new about what was happening across Westeros—or even beyond.
But there was nothing interesting.
Just gossip about people he had never heard of—a noble here, a servant there. Faces and names that, in his memory, meant little.
Or maybe they did, once—but they weren't the kind of figures that mattered much in the Game of Thrones world.
Thinking about what he knew so far, Twig remembered that the king had been taken prisoner by a noble close to King's Landing.
He didn't know, however, if the situation had already been resolved—if the king had been rescued or not.
Either way, that didn't matter much now.
All that mattered was the meat they would eat before going to sleep.
And sometimes, wishes really do come true.
It didn't take long for the guests to retire to their rooms, and Saul finally let the kids go to bed.
On the way, they met Jenny, and together they headed to their hideout.
There, they repeated the feast—stuffing themselves with as much meat as they could handle.
Once again, that night, the same symphony of snores echoed softly.
Full bellies, peaceful dreams—and the faint memory of roasted meat still lingering in the air.
The next day, the only change in their routine was helping the guests who were leaving.
That delayed their usual start on the rest of the chores—chopping wood, fetching water, collecting chicken eggs, and so on.
Life went on as usual.
When Aron and Twig found Jenny near the inn, tending to her small garden, the three set off together toward the forest.
Once there, they prepared for another trip into the dungeon—ready to keep grinding.
Twig's focus, ever since he obtained his Swordsman Skills, had been to improve his Sword Mastery Skill.
And it didn't take long for his mastery to reach surprising levels.
His hand moved so fast and fluid now that the sword seemed alive in his hands.
His friends watched closely as he fought, trying to learn from his movements and imitate his technique.
Gradually, they too began to grasp the basics of wielding a sword.
As time passed, their accumulated experience points were distributed automatically—
and so, their passive sword mastery skill grew stronger alongside Twig's.