Julian sat down for breakfast with the Duke and Lucius in that run down inn.
Maybe it was because it was dark the previous night, he didn't notice how bad the inn looked.
The wood board under earth their feet kept creeking and even the chairs felt like they'd give our under a customer's weight.
But the inn was still running, given it was the only inn in the border.
Julian looked around. The only people who were currently at the inn were them and the knights that marched with them.
They literally chased the commoners who used to lounge around in this inn with their presence.
There was no way they'd be able to eat comfortably with the Duke around anyway.
He picked up his mug to drink water, wondering if it'll help him flush out the groggy feeling that was weighing him down.
But it was no use.
The heaviness couldn't just vanish with one glass of water.
"Did you have a bad night?" The Duke asked and Julian looked up from the mug.
