The couple went atop their hotel to enjoy the scenery by eating snacks and drinking whisky. The golden lamps of Luminara stretched below them, a sea of warm light that seemed to go on forever. The sky above was clear, scattered with stars that glittered like diamonds on black velvet.
They sat on cushions arranged around a low table. A plate of cold meats and cheese. A bowl of fresh fruit. A bottle of aged whisky, amber and smooth. The night air was cool but not cold, carrying the distant sounds of the city—laughter, music, the rumble of carts on cobblestones.
As they ate, their conversation flowed easily. They talked about the day, sharing laughter over their adventure inside the dungeon. The wyverns, the wyrms, the moment Saeko had nearly slipped on a patch of slime and Alex had caught her by the waist.
