Cain let out a sigh as he slowly let the hot water run across his skin.
Getting the {Black-Hearth Dwarves} to come to Alvi's mansion without having to spend most of the day fighting with random roadside blacksmiths and metalware vendors had proven to be quite a hassle.
Cain let out another sigh and mental went over the day.
It had been rather eventful, to say the least.
And now that he has come back to Valestorm, he could finally have some well deserved rest.
Much to his amazement, Alvi's mansion was rather large and furnished. There was even plumbing and adequate lighting powered by magic.
Compared to the absolute squalor he lived in, this was like heaven.
The bedding and furniture were clean and comfortable, perhaps scavenged from the carcass of the old world, neatly dressed and returned to its former glory.
The place was also staffed well. There were maids, cooks, and even guards.
