After the rather impressive little incident at the Hunters Guild, Sylvia, Stacia, and Alicia walked back to the Silver Moon Inn with calm, confident steps. The midday sun was still high in the sky, bathing the stone-paved streets of Silvermist in blindingly bright light. The mountain air, usually cool, now felt somewhat stuffy, mixed with the scent of hot earth, road dust, and the aroma of food from roadside stalls. Occasionally, a breeze blew in from the north, carrying a hint of freshness from the pine forest on the mountain slopes, but not enough to dispel the heat clinging to their skin.
