By nightfall, they were still in Hurwell, the carriage coming to a stop in front of an inn. Dulce got separate rooms for everyone more often than not, even if they weren't used, he could afford it.
He went to his room first, weary from all the traveling. As soon as they got to dry land, they had immediately gotten in a carriage. But he had no intentions of slowing down, hoping to get back to Dewmire in the shortest time possible.
And by the time he arrived, his rebuilt cottage should be standing at the edge of the sleepy village of Dewmire.
Dulce walked across the inn room, glancing over his shoulder when he realized that he wasn't alone. Asael was right behind him, the other two glaring in from the doorway.
"Is something the matter?" He stopped to pay attention to them. "Do you not like your inn rooms?"
"My room is fine," Asael said even as he walked right past to get comfortable on an armchair.
