The night air felt considerably colder after the warmth of the tavern, and Ray welcomed the breeze as he stepped onto the cobblestone street.
Behind him, the heavy wooden door swung shut with a dull thud, muffling the laughter and overlapping conversations until only a faint murmur escaped through the windows.
Crystal lamps stood at uneven intervals along the road, their pale light illuminating the weathered buildings and casting long shadows across the narrow alleyways.
Lira had already started walking by the time he turned around, apparently having no intention of wasting another moment near the establishment.
Her shoulders were stiff, her steps unusually quick, and the occasional glance she threw over her shoulder made it obvious that she was checking whether he'd decided to wander off again.
Ray followed at a more comfortable pace, slipping his hands into his pockets as he took another look at the surrounding streets.
