About fifteen minutes later, they were all cleaned up, fed, and given fresh clothes.
They sat in a private room, heavily decorated with tapestries and lit by dozens of soft, flickering candles. The atmosphere was calm, almost serene, a stark contrast to their usual high stakes reality. Each of them sat on a separate couch, facing one another, enveloped in a thick silence.
"So? What now?" Jimmy asked, his voice filled with curiosity, breaking the silence.
"Take it easy. Kaldala's just around the corner. Won't be long." Eric replied, folding his arms and legs, his fingers tapping an impatient rhythm.
The silence returned, becoming awkward and a little too quiet.
"Is anyone gonna say a damn thing about that shower?" Eric finally said, his frustration bubbling to the surface.
"What?" Jimmy asked, a little confused by the sudden words.
