By the time they left the inn, the morning was already well underway.
Adam, Azrynn, and Sylphy made their way toward the northern part of Ferrund, intending to follow the old man's directions to the ancient temple.
However, their journey was accompanied by a rather persistent complaint.
"My whole body still hurts! Do you two have any idea how uncomfortable it was being squashed between you all night?!"
Sylphy floated beside Adam, waving her tiny arms in frustration.
Adam glanced at her briefly.
"You're a spirit. I thought you could just pass through things."
"I'm not a ghost, you idiot!"
Adam simply looked away, showing no intention of entertaining her complaints.
Azrynn, walking beside him, glanced at the little spirit.
"Stop whining, Sylphy. It was your own fault for falling asleep in the wrong place."
"But I didn't choose to be squashed!"
"Then you should have woken up."
