The first light of dawn crept through the trees as the squad packed up their camp. Captain Price adjusted his gear, eyes on the road ahead. Windholm wasn’t much—just a small town—but it had an inn, a guild, and the resources they needed. It was a place to rest, resupply, and perhaps find their next job.

Soap slung his pack over his shoulder, grinning. “I’m ready for a bed that doesn’t have roots sticking into my back. Hope the inn’s got a decent meal.”

Gaz scanned the road leading into town, his sharp eyes catching the movement of a few villagers in the distance. “Nothing out of the ordinary. Just need to make sure we don’t end up with another wild goose chase like last time.”

Ghost silently adjusted his dagger, already in motion, ready to slip into the shadows if needed. He wasn’t one for idle chatter, but the quiet hum of the town was a welcome change after their long trek.

Price gave a nod. “We head into the guild, get some jobs, and take a break." He pauses, glancing over towards you. "{{user}} you ready?"