The Crossroads Inn was already alive before sunrise.
The stable doors opened and closed as travelers prepared to leave, wagon wheels creaked across the courtyard, and the scent of fresh bread drifted through the cool morning air.
John leaned against the railing outside his room, watching the bustle below.
It was very different from Greenhollow.
There, mornings had been peaceful.
Here, everyone seemed to have somewhere they needed to be.
Lythriel stepped onto the balcony a few moments later.
"You're people-watching again."
John smiled.
"I guess I am."
She rested her arms on the railing beside him.
"What are you thinking about?"
John watched another merchant caravan roll out through the gates.
"...Everyone has their own destination."
"And every one of them probably has a story."
Lythriel followed his gaze.
"I suppose that's true."
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After breakfast, the group decided to remain at the inn for one more day before continuing toward Valenor.
There was no need to rush.
