The Vorik place was barely a five-minute walk.
It sat at the far end of a narrower street branching off the main road, small in footprint but wide, spreading further back than the front wall suggested. The sign above the entrance looked recently made, the wood still pale, not yet darkened by Creslan's perpetual cold and moisture. The lettering hadn't settled the way old signs settled. Fresh nails in the registry plate beside the door. The blackboard propped outside had a list of quest hunts written in chalk, the handwriting careful in the specific way of someone who had copied the format from somewhere else rather than known it naturally.
Theodore stared at it.
Cael stared at the door.
Arthur breathed in once through his nose, out through his mouth. "Alright let's do this."
Cael walked in first.
