Chapter 301: Monica
Arwin led Raen, Monica, and Reya from the smithy and over to the Devil’s Den. Monica pinched herself at least four times over the short walk, still seemingly unable to believe that she actually looked and felt like a human.
Lillia stepped out of the kitchen as they emerged, an eyebrow arching as she made her way over to greet them.
“How did it go?” she asked.
“Perfectly,” Arwin replied. He nodded to Monica. “This is Raen’s wife, Monica.”
The orc seemed slightly preoccupied. Her gaze traveled over the tavern, lips parting in disbelief as she drank the atmosphere in. Arwin didn’t blame her. There was something about the darkness of the tavern, lit only by the gentle glow of the orange lanterns scattered throughout it, that was undeniably appealing.
“This place has it right,” Monica breathed. “It looks incredible. It feels just like—”
She cut herself off before she could finish the sentence. Raen sent her a sharp look, but it was too late. Lillia had caught onto the tone in the other woman’s voice. There had been more than just mere awe in her words. There had been recognition.
“I spent a lot of time studying the horde’s caves and hideouts,” Lillia said. Her eyes flicked down to Monica’s wrist, spotting the bracelet on her hand, and her lips curled up in slight amusement. “I am very dedicated to making sure everything is as realistic as possible to ensure the experience is enjoyable for all of my patrons.”
“Are any of the adventurers staying over still in their rooms?” Arwin asked.