Chapter 175 – A Place to Call Their Own
The night air outside the guild was cool, tinged with the faint aroma of smoke and blood from the aftermath of the beast tide. But for Ethan and his party, the weight of the platinum coin pouch in his hand was enough to keep their steps steady. For the first time in weeks, he allowed himself to breathe without the tension of battle looming over his shoulders.
As they walked the streets, Lirael nudged him lightly with her elbow. "So, what's next? We're not exactly short on coin anymore."
Ethan glanced her way, smirking faintly. "We'll need somewhere better to stay. An inn room isn't enough anymore."
Lirael's sharp eyes flicked toward the noble district rising above the rest of the city, its towers faintly lit by moonlight. "Well, houses here aren't cheap. Prices vary a lot. The rundown ones go for a single gold if you don't mind broken roofs and leaking walls. The high-end estates? Upwards of a thousand gold."
