After bidding farewell to the Wandering Poet, the group returned to the tavern and rented a room.
After a peaceful night's sleep, they packed their belongings. Going downstairs, they found Ale already in a corner of the tavern, flipping through a book. Beside the thick tome sat a mug of beer with a full head of foam.
'Honestly,' Colin thought, 'she looks like a straight-A student cramming for an exam at a noisy internet cafe.'
"Are we leaving now?" Ale asked, looking up.
"Let's wait until after we've had breakfast," Colin replied, then went to the bar with Kase to order their morning meal.
Speaking of which, supplies here were surprisingly plentiful.
The tavern even served things like grilled venison steak and fried sausages. It seemed this supposedly resource-scarce Northern Lands wasn't much different from the south.
After they finished eating, the group headed for the local sled shop.
