Pursuit of the Sun 1.2

Zuricha regains consciousness in a lavishly decorated chamber. A fireplace, kindly stoked by someone, gives off its last bits of warmth, but she is already protected from the cold emanating from the stone walls by a fur blanket. The rays of the rising sun illuminate a chest near the bed, on which a goblet of wine already stands – it won't hurt after last night. Rev, grumbling and squinting all eight of his eyes, hides from the light under the blanket.

Added 3 minutes later

- I was right, - Sandar concluded. - So I suggest we go to the tavern and rest a bit. The sorcerer had no strength to argue and obediently followed the blond.

Pushing through the crowd of beer-loving people at the entrance, the sorcerer and the mage find themselves in a crowded tavern. A tipsy bard plays the lute badly, commoners crowd around the bar, in the far corner they are playing dice, and in another corner, gloomy figures have barricaded themselves behind a wall of beer mugs.