They rented a room in an exquisite inn, decorated with simple yet elegant touches. From ceiling to floor, walls to entrance, even the tables were adorned with flowers and unusual plants.
Elves had a deep love for nature and the forest. Even in a desert, they could cultivate any plant they desired, as their connection with Mother Nature was profound and instinctive.
These plants carried pure, rich spiritual energy. The Twilight Desert town was even more mysterious than she had imagined.
Ignoring the innkeeper's odd, inquisitive gaze which seemed to silently ask, "There are dozens of you. Is it really convenient for a female to rest in a room with so many males?" everyone eventually chose a spacious room.
The question stuck in the innkeeper's throat once he realized their relationship went beyond mere companionship. The dark elf innkeeper coughed and pretended not to notice anything.
