Town: Inn
Propman gasped as he woke up to the inn room, sweat beading down his forehead. His room was dark, the only light coming from cracks in the door. "This is the ward all over again..." groaned the reluctant adventurer, crawling out from his hammock and landing onto the floor with a thud. His memories faintly started to flow back into him, and he recalled the events of yesterday in murky wisps. Bay 12, hands in toilets, werewolves, robbers, the sword...the sword!
The mariner hastily slipped on his belt full of arms as well as his bag, noticing that the pain from yesterday in his back had greatly decreased to a more manageable level. He spent the next minute searching for his boots, finally finding them under the hammock, having been kicked off in the night. He reached for his watch, and wound it up for the day before stuffing it into his pocket. He took his hat and placed it on his head, adjusting it so the front corner was pointing straight in front and tucked in part of his bangs. He hope he wasn't late today.
The Snowglobe: Mirror Lake
Lilium, now inching behind Caroline as she shared her cover, gasped in amazement at the sight she saw, temporarily forgetting her distaste for winter. In front of the due lied an icy lake, partially frozen over, a bit rather difficult to tell as the whole body blended in from one form to the next, reflecting the giant penguins frolicking from atop it like a glimmering mirror. And not only that, but the dark sky reflected from this pool as well, an artificial, yet nonetheless breathtaking aurora pitching and bounding like a celestial ribbon. The cheerful calls of the penguins appealed to her, and the fairy had to fight her inner instincts against bolting out of cover and into the herd.