Now, Eris is leading me through Mistvale's winding streets again.
The afternoon sun spills a soft, golden light over the town, but there's a chill threading through the breeze—like winter quietly reminding us it's just around the corner.
Along the walkways, the trees are shedding their coats of brown and yellow leaves. They drift lazily from the branches, swirling and spinning before settling in thick, crunchy layers beneath our feet.
I can't resist.
With each step, I press my boots deeper into the leaf piles.
Crunch… crunch… crunch…
Hehe… it's so fun. So satisfying.
Like I'm walking on crispy snacks made by the season itself.
"Eris, where are we going now?" I ask, giving the leaves an extra stomp, just to hear them crunch louder.
She chuckles softly beside me, her boots joining in the crunchy chorus.
"We're heading to the Hearthcarvers Guild."
"Ooooh! That's the place that… sells houses in dungeons, right?" I perk up, my ears flicking at the thought.
