The night was still and quiet.
Halo was preparing to leave his inn and survey the streets for Chaos Eaters. But there was one problem.
Silas, the chef, stood watch behind the counter. But Halo had one thing working in his favor: Silas had been consumed with perfecting a beef curry recipe for him to try.
Even in daylight, Halo could see the dark circles under Silas's eyes. The man looked dead on his feet. Halo hoped exhaustion had dulled his awareness, or better yet, that he'd fallen asleep. If Silas did spot him, he'd claim work obligations. It would invite questions, but he didn't have a better option.
Soon enough, he was descending the stairs, each step measured and deliberate. As expected, Silas stood behind the counter, lost in his own world.
