Chapter 1.53
Word count: 5571
Released on: March 4, 2017, 8:44 p.m.
Last edited: March 16, 2023, 6:53 p.m.
Book: The Wandering Inn (1)
Some honourable mentions
| Name | Count |
| Ceria Springwalker | 46 |
| Pawn | 38 |
| Pisces Jealnet | 23 |
Some honourable mentions
| Name | Count |
| [Healer] | 1 |
| [Illusionist] | 1 |
| [Necromancer] | 1 |
Some honourable mentions
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| [Cleanse] | 1 |
| [Numb] | 1 |
Some honourable mentions
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| Liscor | 1 |
| Wistram Academy | 1 |
Mentions
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| Ceria Springwalker | Ceria woke up first. It was an unconscious act on the part of her body that her mind wanted no part of. As the first rays of dawn hit her, she opened her eyes and sat up in her bed. |
| Ceria Springwalker | It was too early. And despite her early rising, Ceria was not a morning person. |
| Ceria Springwalker | But some things were too hard to forget. It had been years—decades, really—since Ceria had needed to wake up this early. She was safe in this inn, among her friends and companions. Safe. |
| Pisces Jealnet | Yet it was impossible to forget some things. Pisces had brought it out. It was his fault; his face made her remember better times. The academy and all that had gone wrong there. She… |
| Ceria Springwalker | Rubbing her face with her hands, Ceria decided that she was up. Remembering the past would only lead to nightmares, and she wasn’t about to wake the inn screaming. |
| Ceria Springwalker | So despite the early hour and lack of sleep, Ceria stumbled downstairs. She blinked around at the room. |
| Ceria Springwalker | Last night. Ceria rubbed at her eyes again and remembered. Music. A night that had lasted forever. Songs and—something else. Some instruments she’d never heard before and beautiful words. |
| Ceria Springwalker | None of that was here now. The room was clean. In fact, in the morning light, the polished wood practically sparkled at Ceria. |
| Ceria Springwalker | That was twice now that Ceria felt her heart was literally about to stop. She staggered backwards and pointed shakily at the skeleton. |
| Ceria Springwalker | The skeleton was silent. Ceria blinked at it, still not quite thinking properly. It had a name, didn’t it? Erin called it— |
| Erin Solstice | The skeleton was silent. Ceria blinked at it, still not quite thinking properly. It had a name, didn’t it? Erin called it— |
| Toren | “Toren, right?” |
| Ceria Springwalker | The skeleton made no reply. Well, it had probably been the one to clean up the room. Last Ceria had seen, the girl Erin Solstice had been sleeping next to the Antinium named Pawn. |
| Erin Solstice | The skeleton made no reply. Well, it had probably been the one to clean up the room. Last Ceria had seen, the girl Erin Solstice had been sleeping next to the Antinium named Pawn. |
| Pawn | The skeleton made no reply. Well, it had probably been the one to clean up the room. Last Ceria had seen, the girl Erin Solstice had been sleeping next to the Antinium named Pawn. |
| Ceria Springwalker | Something about that made an alarm bell go off in Ceria’s head, but she was distracted by pressing needs and the undead monster in front of her. |
| Ceria Springwalker | Ceria went to move past the skeleton, but its arm shot out and blocked her way. She stopped and stared at it. |
| Ceria Springwalker | It put a finger to its yellowed teeth even as Ceria saw Erin rolled up in a blanket in the corner of the kitchen. She blinked at the girl. |
| Erin Solstice | It put a finger to its yellowed teeth even as Ceria saw Erin rolled up in a blanket in the corner of the kitchen. She blinked at the girl. |
| Ceria Springwalker | The skeleton made no sound, but it seemed irked that Ceria was still making sound. The half-Elf shook her head. It was too early for this. |
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