The morning after the collapse of the bathhouse felt strangely normal.
That was what bothered John the most.
People were already talking about what had happened.
Some said an old building had collapsed because of unstable foundations.
Others claimed a monster had somehow gotten underneath the city.
A few adventurers were already exaggerating the story.
By noon, there were rumors that a dragon had attacked Ravencross.
John almost laughed when he heard that.
Almost.
He was sitting near the window of the inn, listening to the noise outside.
Across the room, Darius was sorting the rescued prisoners' belongings.
Sylvara was checking on the injured.
Aerion was eating.
And Specimen 001 was sitting outside in an empty courtyard because there was absolutely no way the creature could fit comfortably inside the inn.
Lythriel walked over and dropped into the chair opposite John.
"You look terrible."
"Good morning to you too."
"You didn't sleep."
"Neither did you."
