Without much delay, Eva quickly made her way towards the living quarters where she and Alaric stayed for the past week, eager to tell him about what had just happened. She had a sack slung over her shoulder, walking briskly east from where she had just experienced the attempted mugging.
The path toward the inn gradually transformed into a lively, bustling thoroughfare. Bright lanterns hung from posts and doorways, casting a warm golden glow that washed away the shadows clinging to Eva from her recent ordeal. The air buzzed with laughter and animated conversation, an almost festive contrast to the danger she had just escaped.
