When the morning arrived, Searon quickly packed his things securely. He wore simple brown breeches and a tan V-neck button-up shirt. His dark-brown hair fell on each side of his face, and he stared in the mirror on the wall. Light came through the cracked blinds at the window. The inn was simple, his room had brown sheets and blanket, dark stained wood floors, a desk, and an end table. His armor fit secured in his pack, as he knew he wouldn’t have much use for it. He felt like being comfortable rather than guarded through the rest of his journey. Besides, it had been too long since he had been without it. He now knew what type of attacks to fight the daerions with, and besides, he had his friend Xython with him now.
When he looked in the mirror, he frowned, feeling at the rough beard at h
