The morning in Bolhart was still shrouded in a peaceful silence when Dayat and Dola descended to the lobby of The Glowing Hearth. The sun had only just begun to peek from behind the jagged mountain peaks, its rays piercing through crystal windows and casting warm, amber hues across the polished stone floors. Outside, the occasional rhythmic thud of an adventurer's boots echoed, but the streets remained largely abandoned.
Helga stood behind the reception desk, her trademark friendly smile firmly in place. Her curly red hair was neatly coiffed, and her eyes sparkled the moment she spotted them.
"Good morning, Hero! Good morning, My Lady!" Helga greeted them cheerily. "Checking out?"
"Yes, Helga." Dayat placed the room key on the gleaming wooden counter. "Thanks a lot for the room. It was incredible. First time in a week I could actually lie down on a proper bed."
