The pleasurable exchange dinner, meant quite literally.
Lind had eaten his fill, not in the literal sense, but mentally.
Living in a world as fantastical as a fairy tale, he instinctively felt uncomfortable, even more so than when he first discovered he was an NPC in a game.
As an NPC, as a Red-Name Monster, he at least had a set of logic that fit the world's operation, like being killed by the Undead would burst experience, ways of leveling up, reclassification Magic Potions, and so forth.
But fairy tales were different, they didn't need to make sense.
He returned to the inn and lay back on his bed, not appearing again for the whole day, instead, waiting until the evening bonfire party to make his entrance.
The flames flickered.
Tonight, the moonlight was exceptionally beautiful, a gentle breeze swept through the forest, rustling the leaves.
