The next morning, after a day of rest at the inn and a hearty breakfast, I stepped out to explore Ironhold.
An hour or so wandering around the town gave me a good impression of the place. It felt much like Ironhold as depicted in Luminor Academy: lively, with a sense of community and camaraderie among the residents. Most of the buildings were modest two-story structures, giving it a more village-like feel than a bustling city.
âSeems like itâs a popular town for adventurers. Prices are reasonable, and the foodâs decent too.â
I thought this while sampling a skewer from a street vendor. The meat was a bit tough, likely from a pigâs hind leg, but edible.
âShould I check out the adventurerâs guild first? Or maybe I should hit up the blacksmith guild to get some gear sorted.â
As it had been a while since Iâd had time to myself, I didnât feel like throwing myself straight into work. Perhaps Iâd take it easy for today and start the grind tomorrow.@@novelbin@@
â¦No, thatâs a bad idea. I know myself all too well; once I get comfortable, itâs hard to break the habit. I may have been too tired to work yesterday, but today, I needed to at least pick up some gear and visit the adventurerâs guild. At the very least, I could get my adventurerâs badge or maybe even take on a simple job if things moved quickly.
With that plan in mind, I headed down a narrow alley leading to the artisan district. However, I couldnât shake the feeling that I was being watched.
Ssssk.
Slash!
Thud.