Morning.
The sun peeked gently over the rooftops of the dwarven town, casting a warm glow across the cobbled streets.
And right there, in the middle of it all—Hazuki lay sprawled out on the road next to the park entrance, snoring loudly, one arm draped over his chest.
A soft breeze rustled his hair.
Dwarves passed by.
Most barely gave him a glance.
A group of dwarven girls walking past covered their mouths, giggling.
"Is that the human from last night?"
"Aye. Same one. He's been there since before dawn."
"He's kinda cute."
Nearby, two dwarven guards strolled by, armor clinking.
They looked down, smiled faintly, and kept walking.
"He's still alive, so no trouble."
"Eh. Let 'im be."
A few elder dwarves sitting on a bench shook their heads and chuckled softly.
"This human's weird, eh?"
"Yah! First time seen a human this… settled."
Around them, the town moved as normal.
One dwarf pushed a cart of ingots.
Another smith hammered away in the forge.
