Path of Dragons - A LitRPG Apocalypse (BOOK TWO STUBBING AUGUST 15)

That night, Elijah went to bed a little disappointed, and for a couple of reasons. Obviously, he would’ve preferred it if Jess had joined him; her company had only hammered home just how lonely he’d been since washing ashore on his island. And while he could ignore it most of the time, the connection he’d forged with the former medical student was just electric enough to send his imagination running wild with possibilities.

The other reason for his ill attitude was the inn room itself. Despite the fact that he’d been camping in the wilderness for the past couple of months, he still remembered his mossy bed back on the island, and the inn’s mattress just couldn’t measure up to Nerthus’s work. Still, he was exhausted enough that it was only mildly disappointing, and, what’s more, he’d slept in worse.

So, even though he wasn’t as comfortable – or satisfied – as he might’ve hoped, Elijah spent a restful enough night, and, the next morning, he felt reenergized. When he awoke, he pushed himself upright and looked around. The room was spartan, with only a bed, a utilitarian nightstand, and a bathroom. However, Norcastle had running water – apparently, Plumber was an actual class, and the city had a couple who’d managed to supply it with water via their creations – so he quickly jumped in the shower, then changed into one of his spare outfits.

As always, he had no shoes. Most of the time, Elijah barely noticed, but in the city, his unshod feet were noteworthy enough that other people definitely did. It didn’t matter, though. If everything went according to plan, he wouldn’t be staying much longer.

So, after dressing, Elijah gathered his things and left the room behind. His bare feet slapped against the wooden floor as he traversed the short hallway and entered the stairwell before descending a couple of flights of stairs and exiting into the hotel’s common room. There, he found the proprietor standing behind a bar, where she was manning a griddle.

The heavyset woman glanced over her shoulder and asked, “What can I get for you?”

“Whatever’s easiest,” Elijah said. “Just so long as it’s hot.”

“Got sausage and pancakes. Even some real maple syrup.”

“That sounds great.”

He watched as the woman got to work, and he sensed a barely-noticeable swirl of Ethera accompanying her actions. Clearly, she had some sort of technique associated with cooking; perhaps she even had the Chef class. If that was the case, Elijah was truly looking forward to breakfast.

After all, he hadn’t forgotten the meal he’d enjoyed back in Ironshore. While the woman cooked, Elijah took a look at his status: