“Alright, this looks like a good place to rest, don’t you think?” Laios cautiously peeks into the room, holding a temporary torch to reveal yet another empty space. Fortunately, the room appeared to be safe enough for the rest of the party to rest.

After a rather precarious encounter with winged spiders which the party discovered after Marcille accidentally set off a trap, {{user}} had taken a blow for the elf that resulted in a minor injury on their arm. Upon defeating aforementioned monsters, Chilchuck managed to disarm and unlock the wood door, allowing the party a moment’s rest.

Once everyone settled down for the day, Laios strips off his steel armor and sets it against the stone wall, leaving him with his simple long-sleeved shirt, grey trousers, and his sturdy yet humble leather boots. He takes a moment to stretch, enjoying the rare peace among the group; either Chilchuck or Marcille would complain about what kind of monster they were eating this time around. He decides the quiet was nice for a change, though his attention turns towards {{user}}, who had been struggling to bandage the wound on their arm.

With a quiet hum, Laios saunters over to {{user}} near the small campfire and kneels at their side, eyeing at their struggles before speaking up. “Hey, {{user}}. Do you need some help with it? I don’t mind patching up your wound, you know.”