Całen stretched in his head looking around the room he chose for his bedroom, not that there was much to see.
There was a single nightstand and a bed, that's it - maybe the priests of this temple led a particularly frugal lifestyle, but compared to the quarters in the first one, this was really empty.
Still, he couldn't complain that much, the place was untouched and relatively clean thanks to the magic seal on the door.
Before he went out to meet the rest of the group he wanted to look at his wound - the injury didn't hurt nearly as much as yesterday, but he should probably still check on it. He carefully lifted off the bandages Elira graciously put on him, and assessed the damage.
The previously gaping hole was now nearly closed, it was still obvious that it was a stab wound, but now it looked as if someone just lightly jabbed him with a knife, and not completely penetrated his shoulder.
