Cloudrest was much like Blackspire; the city wasn't particularly bustling or wealthy.
After a long day of travel, Allen and Lilia didn't need sleep themselves, but their horses did. They stopped at a hotel that looked clean and decent enough.
"Allen."
Lilia tugged on his arm, pointing toward a dark corner with a worried look.
Theron was sitting at a table, cross-legged and serene. In front of him sat a tiny dish of boiled vegetables.
"Should we switch hotels?" Lilia asked anxiously.
"No need," Allen said, shaking his head. He figured meeting him here was just a coincidence, and the bet wouldn't start until they actually left Cloudrest.
Theron seemed to ignore them completely, slowly chewing on his plain, tasteless vegetables.
Allen sighed. This Church of Light Ascetic was truly unique. He just couldn't understand the point of such a miserable, ascetic life.
