The carriage jerked to a stop.
The driver opened the door with practiced grace and bowed slightly.
"We have reached the destination, sir."
Jax stretched lazily. "And where exactly were you told to drop us?"
The driver pointed toward a slightly larger house at the end of the cobblestone path.
Traditional elven architecture.
Wooden beams carved with intricate patterns. A garden that looked like it cost more than most people's lives.
"That is the residence of the village head. Mr. Chisa."
Jax felt lighter immediately.
'Perfect. So the quest details I completely fucking forgot to collect won't be an issue after all.'
His plan was simple. Walk in. Let some old elf drone on about their boring village problems.
Nod sympathetically. Pretend to care. Then solve whatever trivial nonsense they were dealing with.
Boom. Mission complete.
How hard could it be?
-- -- --
Five to six hours later.
