Inside the inn's room, Thoren lay on the wooden bed covered in beast fur, wide awake, staring at the rough stone ceiling while the faint sounds of movement outside drifted through the cave walls.
It had been a day since he arrived at Scarwind Camp, and that was enough for him to grasp the basics of how the underground settlement functioned.
He had spent most of it observing his surroundings, listening to conversations, studying the movements of the awakeners, and gathering information about the third floor without revealing much about himself.
The more he watched, the more organized the camp seemed. Yet beneath its peaceful surface lay a constant sense of danger.
Everyone here knew that the moment they stepped outside the settlement, the terrifying creatures roaming the trenches could take their lives.
'Huh.'
He let out a deep breath and sat up, the beast fur shifting beneath him. His deep blue eyes swept over the small room with no change in expression.
