Chapter 91
I woke up to clanking.
Not the sharp, panicked kind that meant monsters or sword fights. No, this was slower, more rhythmic. Echoing like someone was dancing awkwardly in a full suit of armor while trying not to wake the neighbors.
I cracked one eye open, half-expecting to see a drunk blacksmith stumbling around our room.
Instead, I saw a man sitting on the edge of the empty bed, fully armored from head to boot. Only his helmet was resting in his lap as if he'd only taken it off out of reluctant obligation to breathe. He was staring intently at the wall like it had personally betrayed him.
The tuft of grey hair on his head looked as if it hadn't been brushed in ages. His shoulders were hunched, armor dull and dented. His expression was grim, less like a hero and more like someone who'd lost an argument with life itself and had given up debating.
So, this was our new roommate.
Finn was still snoring, one arm hanging off the bed. I kicked him in the leg.
