"My Lord, are you sure you're okay out there?!" Mandy asked from the entrance of the back door, shivering slightly as a gust of cold wind swept into the hallway.
Ren was sitting cross-legged underneath the sprawling, gnarled branches of the big oak tree where the torrential rain didn't reach.
The volume of water crashing against the cobblestones and the inn's wooden roof created a deafening roar, but his spot remained perfectly dry.
Ren didn't look up from his lap. "I'm fine. Call me once dinner is done."
Mandy hesitated for a fraction of a second, intimidated by the focus radiating from the young noble, before giving a rapid nod. He quickly closed the thick wooden door, sealing out the damp night air.
Ren now focused entirely on the scrolls lining his lap.
There were exactly six of them arranged neatly across his thighs. His family had sent a total of six high-tier magical artifacts via the Shadow Bird and he was going to test all the new ones right now.
