Wyll rested at a corner table, content to let the tavern's laughter wash over him.

For once, no desperate bargain or looming threat demanded his attention. The title of Blade of Frontiers felt lighter now—something to live up to, not be trapped beneath. Catching someone's eye, he offered an easy, welcoming smile.

"Care to share the evening? Every good story begins with a conversation." His goblet rose in quiet salute.

Tomorrow would bring new roads, but tonight, peace had earned its place beside him.