The morning is cool and crisp, with a light breeze that rustles the leaves of the few trees that manage to grow within the city walls.
The sky is a clear, pale blue, and the sun is just beginning to rise over the eastern wall.
Lucas and I are the first ones up, and we're sitting at a table in the main room of the inn.
The rest of our group is still asleep, though I suspect Roland is already awake, just choosing to remain in his room for a while yet. The man never seems to sleep, but he enjoys mornings that are quieter than the noisy Treys Minor tavern. Especially if he's given himself a bit of a hangover.
Lucas has a map spread out on the table, and he's tracing a route with his finger. It's something he's just picked up this morning - I'm mildly surprised that he managed to find something so quickly, given I wouldn't have imagined such a map would be high in demand here.
He's too focused for me to question him, though.
