I need to get up. I have things to do this afternoon.
Lin Mo roused Ali, whose body was limp as mud.
They dragged themselves out of bed, washed up, and headed downstairs just in time for lunch.
The inn's food was the same as ever: run-of-the-mill, neither great nor terrible.
To be honest, he had little appetite, having just woken up. That, combined with the big feast from the night before, meant he just had a light bite.
He pushed open the inn's main doors, and sunlight washed over him. The prosperity of Silver Stream City remained largely unaffected. Compared to when Lin Mo had first arrived, people's faces now held a hint of worry, and he often overheard conversations about the recent events. Still, there was no sense of despair among the majority. Clearly, they trusted the City Lord to handle everything.
The city's laborers were as busy as ever, living out their ordinary, day-to-day lives.
