For Thorn, Summerhold was unexpectedly… hot.
The heat filled everywhere, making sure that the window to their room in the city was wide open.
That was also another thing they hadn't expected in Summerhold. While the houses in Rainhold had been cramped and spacious, the houses of Summerhold were cramped and tiny.
He looked around the small but surprisingly comfortable room, a smile on his face. A pair of cots sat along the far walls, a small wooden table and chairs huddled near the center, and a single high window looked out over the streets.
Thorn lay sprawled across one of the cots, hands behind his head, staring up at the ceiling with a profound look of boredom on his face.
He'd spent the last two days of his journey here eating, and he'd recovered a significant portion of his strength. Not enough to actually fight a seasoned warrior, though.
