Their reunion with Derek had been brief but warm.
Derek looked nothing like the noble from Starfall Kaelen faintly remembered at age five.
Now a tavern owner on the outskirts of Frahein who was always busy with work.
Gone were the robes of authority. In their place was a broad-chested man with calloused hands, sunburnt skin, and a laugh deep enough to shake walls.
But that was only half the story.
Because by day, Derek was also a licensed Adventurer Trainer, one of the few in Frahein allowed to vet and fast-track parties.
He had taken them to town with a promise: "Eat, drink, and walk in the streets for now. Enjoy the day"
Then walking away he waved his hands shouting at them.
"And meet me later at the guild, Alira knows the way"
They parted ways just like that.
The scent of grilled meat and fresh bread filled the air. A breeze danced along cobblestone streets as colors swirled through merchant banners, fruit carts and fabric stalls.
