That night, everyone slept in Alen's manor, and it was easily the best night's rest they'd had in ages.
The cushions were plush and soft, the bed sheets smooth and warm with a comforting scent, and the mattresses themselves were regulated by a magical enchantment, always set to the perfect temperature for sleep.
More than anything, though, the peace and quiet was what made it feel like a dream. The manor sat far removed from the city and the rest of the world. No distant sounds of fighting, no howling animals, just serene silence, letting them all sleep soundly and wake feeling more refreshed than they thought possible.
By morning, one by one, they gathered downstairs, drawn by the rich smells coming from the kitchen, where several maids were already preparing breakfast.
"Damn… this is bad," Liam muttered as he took his seat at the long dining table.
