The sky broke into dawn.
Gray Rock Town awoke from the night.
The thin mist had not yet fully dissipated, cloaking the gray stone buildings and streets like light gauze. The air was cool, carrying a hint of cooking smoke.
Shadows flitted across the street, marking the start of a new busy day.
Packhorses snorted, pulling carts over the cobblestone roads with a rumbling sound.
Some adventurers in leather armor, yawning, with buns in hand, walked toward the hall or town exit in twos and threes.
This was the most ordinary morning in Gray Rock Town.
Gauss and his two companions led their chocobos to the guild entrance to join the supply convoy heading to Forest Crown Town.
Their equipment and supplies had been thoroughly checked. Unlike the town's civilians and bottom adventurers, their target this time was to reach a more distant place—a strange forest town full of unknown and hidden threats.
