{LORE} - “Long Rest”

The Magister, weary from their latest journey across treacherous lands and forgotten ruins, found refuge in a quaint tavern at the edge of a quiet village. The innkeeper, a kindly old woman, led them to a cozy room where a rustic wooden bed awaited. Its smooth, mahogany wood and soft linens beckoned, a rare comfort in a life of wandering.

Sitting by the window, The Magister sipped a cup of fragrant black tea, its warmth spreading through them like a calming spell. The room was lit by the soft glow of a single lantern, and outside, the village slumbered under a sky heavy with stars.

As the tea's soothing heat lulled their mind, they allowed themselves a moment of peace. There were no ancient artifacts to seek tonight, no spells to cast—just the quiet hum of the night and the welcome embrace of the bed. For a while, even a master of magic could be content with nothing more than tea and a long nights rest.