About eight minutes into his walk back through the city in the midst of reconstruction, he spotted the Silver Rest. The main street was already alive with the energy of a place bustling with activity.
The construction crews, active since before sunrise, were now deeply focused on evaluating the remaining structures in the western district. One of them occasionally raised their hand in greeting, recognizing him as a savior.
He felt a swell of pride at their acknowledgment, knowing that his efforts had played a part in revitalizing the community. As he continued down the street, the scent of fresh coffee and bacon filled the air.
'They all loved me now, and I can just do some fucked-up things towards one person, and they'll end up defending me.'
He heard the voices from the inn's common room before he reached the door. This wasn't unusual, but the way Marceline's voice stood out in the mix made it clear that she was having a conversation that was more than just morning logistics.
