A week after prince eyrin death when the group were at Kenton.
After serving their bellies for the journey,Night dawned till they found a village in the mountain.
"Finally" ningtin said.
"Let's find an inn for the night," Lady Meiyer said, her voice low as they walked beneath the dimming sky.
"Who knows, we might uncover some answers about the two immortals."
The group moved cautiously through the village streets, their cloaks brushing against the dirt path.
Locals paused their chores and conversations to cast curious glances at the unfamiliar travelers. They felt the weight of those stares, but none of them faltered—they simply pressed on in silence.
Nameless approached one of the villagers, a wiry man stacking something by a lantern-lit wall. "Is there a place nearby where my companions and I might rest for the night?" he asked.
