The group passed through the tall city gates under the pale morning light.
The guards stationed there straightened when they spotted Jan, recognition flashing in their eyes.
A few of them smiled because they were used to seeing him and his companions return from the wilds. Their greetings came easy. Their voices feel warm and familiar.
But when their gazes shifted from Jan to the others, the change in mood became clear.
Esther's usual sharp tongue was quiet, Annette's brightness dimmed, and even Hund's silent presence carried a weight heavier than normal.
Arty walked among them with her head slightly lowered. Her steps looked uncertain and her face still looked grimacing.
Still, Jan managed to wear a smile to them. He returned the greetings with an air of calm. His tone was light as though nothing troubled them.
"Rough adventuring, huh?" one of the guards asked with a chuckle, though his eyes searched their faces more carefully.
