Next day, early morning.
Leon felt an urge to urinate, groggily crawled out of bed, intending to go downstairs to the inn's public washroom, only to bump into a familiar face.
"Fingerley?" His eyes were slightly blurry but he could still recognize him.
"Leon, what a coincidence, you're staying here too." Fingerley greeted with a smile, looking amiable, though his eyes were weary.
"Are you... heading to the Dungeon?" Seeing the full gear, Leon knew he was about to set out.
"Yeah, it's getting late, go late and I have to queue, oh right."
Fingerley suddenly remembered something and dug into his pocket, "I was going to find you, meeting here is just perfect."
"What's this?" Leon rubbed his eyes, closely examining the papers Fingerley handed over. They were filled with scribbles, seemingly a strategy guide about the Deep Church?
The content looked a bit rough, like it was penned during an all-nighter, lacking clear structure, just random thoughts written down.
