Almost a week has passed since we arrived in Bawwal.
Klein and I have left the inn every morning for the sake of finding a proper semi-permanent residence for all of us.
It's actually not necessary for everyone to dwell in the same building.
However, considering how we all came from the same land, it's only appropriate that we stick together. Even Ciel, who is as much a stranger to the Randalorion Kingdom as she is to Dustinville, wouldn't want to be separated from our group.
Thankfully, after several days of diligently searching for proper accommodation, we finally stumble upon something satisfactory this particular Friday.
It's a four-story stone residence with a symmetrical façade, tall windows, iron balconies, and a gated entrance facing a clean, prestigious street lined with similar high-status homes. A compact but manicured garden or courtyard sits within its grounds, with hedges, paved paths, and perhaps a fountain.
