After a brief exchange of pleasantries, we settle into the comfort of the packhouse, the warmth of the fire casting flickering shadows across the room. Over cups of steaming coffee, we engage in lively conversation, sharing stories and laughter as we begin to forge new bonds. As the night wears on, fatigue begins to weigh heavily on our shoulders, the events of the day catching up to us in waves. With a shared understanding, we bid our guests goodnight, their presence a comforting reminder of the allies we have gained in our fight against the darkness.
Tristan and I retreat to our quarters, the soft glow of moonlight filtering through the windows as we prepare for bed. As we settle beneath the covers, the warmth of Tristan's embrace envelops me, his presence a source of strength and solac
