บท 98: Bright and Shadowed Morn

When Defi woke, half the morning had already gone.

He frowned.

The bed was unfamiliar, so was the room.

He pushed himself into a sitting position, looked around.

He spied his bag on a chair next to the table in the room. Did that mean this wasn't an abduction?

He slid out of bed, padded to the window. The street outside was not familiar, narrow and murmuring gently with morning pedestrians.

He opened the wooden shutters and leaned out, curious. The sun was already halfway up its climb to the zenith, drenching the city in pleasant warmth.

Ah.

The larger street to his left had some familiarity. He was likely in the Sunsparrow Inn, on the same street as the Bluzand building.

He pulled his craning neck back inside and closed the shutters.

He didn't remember how he got to the inn. Defi pressed a finger to the slight crease between his brows. 

The events of last night were muddled slightly.