Divine Journey

On the fourth day, Matthias was greeted not with a cheerful smile, but rather with the sun's rays shining directly onto Coldrein's face as soon as it peeked over the horizon. And he didn't want to get up yet. Not at all. In frustration, the mercenary kicked a stool standing near the bed, where some of his belongings were, sending it flying all the way to the door. "Damn it! You can't even get a decent night's sleep here!" Matthias growled. "Gods, tell that villager that there are light-proof fabrics in the world that can be hung over windows! I beg you!" "Ugh," the mercenary waved his hand and began to get dressed. Ten minutes later, he was in the tavern's main hall, waiting for his breakfast. Of course, he had to throw a few charming smiles at the waitress, Kamila, who, although not exceptionally beautiful, reliably provided Matthias with information about the baron's movements. And once, she even lulled them to sleep for the whole night, giving Coldrein the opportunity to take care of some business. However, Kamila was not entirely naive, and therefore Matthias paid her for the information, rather than sleeping with her. The breakfast was lukewarm, but this was not the first time, so the mercenary didn't complain too much - he had eaten worse things in his life. But time was running out: more and more fools were coming to the village in search of treasure, and the chance that real professionals who could seriously interfere with Coldrein's plans would be among them was increasing by the hour. And failing the job was simply not an option.