The morning air inside the Lion's Guild building carried the scent of warm bread, roasted meat, and the faint tang of metal polish.
The cafeteria was already alive with noise when Wade stepped through the doors.
All he could hear was the clatter of trays, the laughter of adventurers bragging about recent conquests, and of course, the buzz of voices all weaving together into a low, constant rumble.
He exhaled, rolling his shoulders as he moved towards the line.
Even though he'd slept well, he still had a faint ache in his body.
Whether it was from his sleeping position last night or just his body reminding him of the injuries he'd taken on in his dungeon was up for debate.
However, he couldn't help but admit that his step was lighter than it had been in days.
A good night's sleep, and the fact that his debt was almost halfway through being paid off, had a way of clearing the head.
