Alfraed and his group made their way back to the cozy inn. Inside, the teachers and assistants gently guided the children through their bedtime routines, their soft voices mingling with the rustle of blankets and the patter of small feet. The cooks chatted animatedly, their laughter and conversation spilling into the hallway as they headed to their quarters. Nearby, the adventurers huddled together, deep in discussion about the night's watch, their voices hushed but purposeful. Amidst this bustling scene, Alfraed gazed at Mikaela, his girlfriend, and made his way over to her, a fond smile playing on his lips.
"…Mika…" Alfraed's voice was soft, almost a whisper, as he approached Mikaela. She turned to him, her eyes lighting up with warmth and a hint of mischief. Her cerulean hair cascaded over her shoulders, catching the golden light of the inn's lanterns, and the faintest blush touched her cheeks.
