Benjamin called out cheerfully, now fully clothed in his light brown linen shirt tucked neatly into the darker sleeveless leather jerkin, sturdy woolen breeches, and dark brown leather boots that rose just below his knees.
He waved with an easy, bright smile as he stepped into the guest waiting room where the group of Amazons were busy cleaning. "Ahaha! The clothes were right under the bed the whole time. Who would've thoug—!"
Benjamin quickly clammed up, his words dying in his throat the moment he properly noticed the atmosphere in the room.
The weary, exhausted looks on the faces of all the workers there hit him like a cold wave.
Their expressions were heavy and drained, as though something deeply unpleasant had just wandered into their world and refused to leave.
Shoulders slumped, eyes dull, and mouths pressed into thin, tired lines that barely masked their discomfort.
