Three days after the battle, the atmosphere in the meeting room of the Lord's Mansion in Newly Town was a stark contrast to the earlier tension.
The fire in the fireplace roared, the logs crackling softly as warmth spread to every corner of the room.
"My right arm still feels numb from the shock of the steel cable." Ola chugged a large mouthful of ale, complaining gruffly, but he couldn't hide the smile on his face. "But it was worth it! It was damn well worth it!"
"At least it's better than getting sprayed by that monster," Barrett cracked a rare joke. "That Barton kid still has a weird smell on him."
"HAHAHA!" The room erupted in laughter.
Roland, meanwhile, sat quietly in a corner, polishing his longsword.
When Velin walked into the meeting room, the clamor immediately subsided.
He was dressed in simple linen clothes, holding a stack of parchment.
"It looks like you've all recovered well," Velin said, taking a seat at the head of the table.
