After walking for five uninterrupted minutes, Raizel and Lam finally arrived at their destination.
It was a modest two story wooden tavern marked by a weathered wooden sign swinging gently in the breeze. Carved into the signboard was the image of a curled-up fox, eyes shut in peaceful slumber: The Sleepy Fox.
Raizel glanced around the street to confirm the surroundings.
"Ringgg!"
Satisfied, he opened the tavern door, and a soft chime rang from the bell above, announcing their arrival.
Inside, the warmth of the interior greeted them at once.
The scent of roasted meat and freshly baked bread hung in the air. Wooden tables and chairs were arranged neatly across the polished floor.
Several patrons were already seated, eating and chatting in hushed tones. The atmosphere was relaxed; quiet, but not dead. Lively, but not rowdy.
