Morning arrived quietly over Greenhollow.
The first rays of sunlight filtered through the curtains of the Golden Acorn Inn, painting warm streaks of gold across the wooden floor.
For the first time in what felt like forever...
John woke up in a proper bed.
He stared at the wooden ceiling for several seconds before letting out a long sigh.
"...I almost forgot how comfortable this is."
No monsters lurking outside.
No corrupted guardians.
No ancient ruins.
No life-or-death battles waiting the moment he opened his eyes.
Just...
Peace.
A small smile appeared on his face.
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After washing up, John changed into a fresh set of clothes he had bought from a traveling merchant months ago.
Simple black trousers.
A dark gray tunic.
A leather belt.
He looked more like an ordinary young traveler than a dragon.
Well...
Except for the black horns protruding from his head and the golden eyes that reflected the morning light.
