I walked out of the cell, stepping on the shattered bars that I threw on the floor, and the prisoners followed, exclaiming in loud cries of victory and freedom. Even though they were armed with weapons, the guards knew better than to remain in the midst of the angry crowd.
Out in the open once more, I headed back to the inn and to Sky. I had been in the cell for a good number of hours as it was now the early hours of the night and the usual winter cold was falling over the atmosphere. I passed the clearing markets—people were rushing off to return to the coziness of their homes, and soon, I left the emptying market behind, finally arriving at the small inn.
The manager's snoring rang through my ears as I walked past him in silence. The bed was still made without a single crease on its li
