It was six in the morning, daylight was slowly creeping up, painting the horizon in a golden hue. A cool breeze was blowing and the soft tweeting of a few birds could be heard in the distance.
Lex sat in a garden chair, a cup of hot chocolate in his hand and before him on a table lay a notebook full of scribbles and random notes.
Yesterday when Lex returned to the Inn it was already night. Bastet and Falak had not left either of their rooms nor requested anything either, so there was not much to do.
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