Chapter 910 - Night at the Laughing Chicken Pub

The Flower Bunny Inn, bless its apparently metaphorical, perhaps rabbit-guarded heart, proved to be exactly the haven their weary limbs craved. They dumped their packs with the collective groan of a hundred protesting joints, the metallic box with its mysterious key momentarily forgotten in the triumph of reaching solid, non-mountainous ground. An hour later, having shed their hiking grime and donned slightly less damp, decidedly more civilian attire, they were a significantly more vibrant (if still somewhat wobbly) bunch. Shizuka, always the pragmatist, had unearthed a stash of surprisingly effective muscle rub that smelled suspiciously like regret and lavender, which she liberally made everyone apply.