บท 257: Rings of the Past

Lassim's return to the inn after his day at the docks fishing with Yeher was quiet, the sun setting behind him as he made his way back through the streets of Fogbeach. 

The orange glow of the horizon reflected off the water, casting long shadows across the city.

By the time Lassim reached the Stormwatch Inn, the dining hall was beginning to fill up. The warm glow of lanterns lit up the modest room, and the hum of conversation mixed with the clatter of dishes. 

The innkeeper greeted Lassim with a nod as he found a seat near the window.

He ordered the chef's special for the night's service, which was a simple meal of roasted fish and vegetables, along with a mug of something the innkeeper called "stormbrew," which smelled faintly of sea salt and had a slight fizz to it.

As Lassim ate, his attention was drawn to a table near the back of the room where a group of merchants had gathered, their voices carrying over the general noise of the inn.