The morning in Vel'Serath rose slow and amber.
From their high window, Miles could see the spiraled terraces of the Artisan's Ring breathing to life. Furnaces exhaling threads of smoke, artisans balancing pigment with memory, and the fluted calls of morning traders echoing through stone and branch.
Sarissa stirred beneath the light sheet, blinking blearily as Miles sat on the edge of his bed, still staring down at the plaza below. The fire-moss they had retrieved last night continued to flicker faintly on the shelf beside him.
Even now, it hasn't burned down.
"I'm going to see the Lodge." He stood and stretched.
Sarissa rubbed at her face and threw the sheet off.
"You mean we're going. I need to know the place too, and we gotta know how we'll earn our keep here."
"Bounties." Miles smiled, pulling on his jacket.
"How do you know?" Sarissa frowned.
"There's a Bounty board at the end of the main hall, I noticed it before we got upstairs." Miles smirked.
