The moon has long since crested the hills, and the village of Knob's Hill lay in tranquil slumber, save for the glow still pouring from the windows of the chief's commandeered home. Outside, the once-bustling street has finally emptied. The long line of clients has come and gone. The final booking has just ended.
A woman, an elf by the looks of her ears, perhaps half-something else by her broad grin. She was being carried away on a makeshift stretcher by two equally satisfied friends. Her limbs draped lazily over the sides, her face frozen in dreamy bliss.
As she passed Vuvi, she weakly lifted a thumb and said, "Wooooorth it…" before sighing herself into unconsciousness.
Vuvi, half-asleep herself and nursing a cup of lukewarm tea, could only blink in response.
"Another day done," she mutters.
