Learning about Vel Quen took an emotional toll on Lucian. He raised a hand and said quietly, "Is everyone okay with leaving at dawn?"
"Not at all. I'm just glad we'll get to leave without starting or ending a fight," Merry said. Lucian nodded. "All thanks to you and Alice."
Alice's cheeks felt hot. "...thanks."
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They left early, just after the fog had begun to lift. There weren't any processions or mourning scheduled today. As they packed up and got ready to leave Mimea, they only heard the sound of boots against cobblestone and a quiet wind blowing across the rooftops.
The town felt almost normal.
Undead and half-dead people still walked around town, but they had stopped decaying a long time ago.
Lucian pulled his coat tighter and adjusted the Loom's case at his hip. Behind him, Merry whispered a protective glyph for safe travel into the mist. Cadrel tightened his pack.
Alice was the last to turn from the square.
