The river was serene and quiet. Leaving the forest had been a welcome change of pace.
They'd finally made it back to the Golden Road—an old trade route long used by civilization, where monster activity was minimal. The open plains, the distant hills, even the warmth of sunlight were a far cry from the suffocating woods and haunted peaks that still clung to the scent of blood and ash.
No more Duhu mountains or Whispering forest.
Still, they couldn't walk into the city of Gladstone looking like blood-soaked vagrants. Thus, the need for a bath.
Damon reached into his shadow storage. He pulled out a bundle of miscellaneous items—soap, towels, and even perfumes.
He narrowed his eyes.
'Would've preferred more weapons or charms… but I guess this junk has its uses.'
