The snow had stopped falling by the time Tyler and the girls were tucked away inside a warm, cozy inn. The room they rented wasn't lavish— they don't even have a TV , only heating arrays and normal stuffs— but it was clean, well-heated, and, above all, comfortable. The wooden beams creaked softly above, a faint scent of pine lingering in the air. The fire which looks like an ordinary fire, but was created by the arrays. It was in the corner hearth filled the room with a gentle glow, pushing back the northern chill that lingered outside.
Tyler leaned back against the wall, turning a flyer over in his hands. The paper was rough, smudged with ink, yet the words were clear enough. "What's with this whole Lizard Elf gathering?" he muttered, raising a brow.
