In the next days, Leonard and the others would wake up early, eat breakfast near the inn, then head straight to the gambling den.
For lunch, they ate in turns so the tables were never left alone. Ferio and Eric would go first. When they returned, Gareth and Anika would take their break next. Last was Leonard, who usually ate quickly by himself.
Hours passed every day with the same feeling. They worked until the sun set before returning back to their inn. They will take a short rest, eat dinner, and then sleep.
That cycle would start again the next morning.
It has already become their routine.
For a whole week, nothing really changed. The den was always full, Alder Street was always loud, and coins filled their pockets.
But on the seventh day, Leonard noticed it.
His body ached more than usual when he rolled out of bed. His shoulders were heavy, and even his fingers that were so eager to handle dice and coins felt stiff.
It wasn't just physical, either.
