It has been roughly a week since Sara appeared in this strange world, and less than a day since she stopped being bed-ridden. Her cold-burns were almost fully healed and the cough felt almost manageable. She still had problems wrapping her head around what had happened, but she was already pass panicking. The woman had already cried out all of her tears while bed-ridden.
Now she was on the main floor of the tavern, watching how the barmaids were running from person to person, obviously stressed out about just how many people were here today. There were no free seats but the one at her table, and so far no one had tried to bother the senior. Maybe it was for the best.
Now she was on the main floor of the tavern, watching how the barmaids were running from person to person, obviously stressed out about just how many people were here today. There were no free seats but the one at her table, and so far no one had tried to bother the senior. Maybe it was for the best.
