Chương 87: Frostholm

The soft rays of the morning sun streamed through the window of our quaint inn room in Misthaven. 

Lira lay beside me, her chest rising and falling rhythmically with each breath. It was a sight I cherished, the peaceful expression on her face, and the knowledge that we had created something special between us. Well, I mean the promise. We still didn't do it yesterday night even though I was prepared if something happened.

I pulled a few strands of her hair from my mouth and carefully, so as not to disturb her slumber, I slid out of bed and made my way to the small washroom. 

The adventure awaiting us in Frostholm would require us to be well-rested and prepared. 

"Huff…" I splashed some cool water on my face, trying to shake off the remnants of the dreamless night I had gone through.