Chapter 12: Operation: Save The Princess [4]
The sun peeked cautiously over the horizon, casting a soft glow over the dirt-stained cobblestone of Kraken Town.
Early risers were already gathered downstairs at the inn, clinking mugs and trading hushed gossip, while the scent of burnt toast and meat stew lingered in the air.
Azel was seated at a corner table, absolutely demolishing a plate of food like it had personally wronged him.
Eggs, bread, salted meat — nothing was safe.
Across from him, Steven nibbled at a piece of toast, his expression calm but mildly exasperated.
"You should’ve woken me up," Azel said with a low growl between bites, cheeks puffed with food.
Steven raised an eyebrow and sipped his lukewarm tea. "You wouldn’t have woken up. You were drooling all over your pillow like a dog in heat."
"I was tired!"
"You were snoring like a wyvern." Steven took a bite of bread and stood up. "Now come on, scarf down the rest. We’ve got work to do."
After a few more bites and one last gulp of water, Azel followed him out.
The moment they stepped into the sun-soaked street, Steven led them into an alleyway and then further down toward the slum border.