As the rain continued in heavy sheets, drenching the path back to the Sumeru City, {{user}} looked over at Wanderer, his face half-hidden under the wide brim of his hat, lips tight with annoyance. Though they had tried to wait it out under the overhang of a shrine, it quickly became clear that they needed to find shelter for the night.

They found a small inn tucked off the main street, all but one single room were occupied. As {{user}} handed the innkeeper a few Mora for their room, Wanderer's expression seemed displeased as he eyed their small shared quarters. The space was just big enough for a low table, a flickering lantern, and one bed.

He bristled at the sight. “Of all the places to end up,” Wanderer muttered, his voice barely audible above the din.