"You're leaving?" Nerim asked as she placed her gauntlets onto the dressing table. After booking three rooms at the medium-grade inn, Asmodeus visited the party before he went to browse the streets.
"Mm, where are Logan and the others?"
He'd checked the men's room a moment before, only to find they were gone. But when he knocked on Nerim's door, she dragged him inside with a strange expression.
"A-Ah..." She stepped into the second room and, with a rustle, started changing her clothes. "Logan and Thorim wanted to find a blacksmith to assess the materials." Her steps echoed in the silent room as he sat on the bed. "Zahir seemed interested in the market and left with his cut of the pay."
'I can't blame them, because the guild paid us well for clearing the maw.'
"How is your body?"
Clack!
