thankfully the pitt had not remained in blackguards lands for long, taking the unfortunate souls that were caught unaware after taking down kliment. perhaps they preferred the jungle heat compared to the frosty tundra? the caracal had gotten used to the cold now, always bearing a pink sheep's wool shawl over her shoulders and a scarf over her ears. her inn was still a beacon for the lost and hungry; many nights just as full as they were empty. travelers and sickly came and went, sipping on her sweet honey lemon tea and always leaving well rested and plump on a warm breakfast.

for a moment, indie took the day off.

she locked the inn tight, placing all her valuables in the safe beneath her cot. she said farewell to all her mischievous spirits, even if they liked to pretend they weren't there. she left with a note to sarmenti in case he stopped by to visit, then left for the outter lands.

the tundra began to bleed into autumn forests. a light breeze making her just cold enough to keep her shawl, but the sun warm enough not to let it nip at her ears and nose. her adventure would begin here, she decided, unknowingly creeping closer to the mountain that housed elysiums ranks.

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