Fourth day of rest.
Morning came without surprises. I woke up a little later than usual and only stretched briefly in my room. No big plans today and that felt nice. I spent the morning reading a book from the small shelf in the inn's lounge. It was a travel journal of an elf adventurer exploring the northern mountains. The writing was light, poetic, and occasionally exaggerated… but entertaining.
In the afternoon, I sat on the inn's balcony, sipping herbal tea while staring at the sky. That was it. No battles, no magic, no other undead groaning in the distance. Just me, a cup of tea, and the chirping of birds perched on the roof.
Fifth day.
