Leon walked through the settlement with quiet steps, keeping his hood low and his eyes open. Morning had already stretched across Evergreen, warming the streets and pulling people out of their homes. Merchants shouted prices. Children ran between stalls. Hunters carried fresh kills into the market. It was the loudest part of the day, but Leon didn't slow down. He had a task.
He needed a roof he could call his own.
Lyra's house was fine for a few nights, but he knew he couldn't stay there forever. He had plans that didn't include sleeping under the nose of someone who asked too many questions. And with Sylveon still hiding in the woods, Leon needed privacy more than anything else.
He followed a dirt path that curved away from the busier streets until it led to a small cluster of older houses. Most were plain and worn down, but one had a wooden sign stuck into the ground in front of it. The letters were rough, painted by someone who didn't take their time.
