Lucas yawned as he woke up, stretching his arms and legs as he got out of the bed he was in. Inns were an amazing idea to have thought up- whatever genius came up with the idea of monetizing a place to stay definitely deserved an A in his book. Changing into his usual garb and grabbing his spears that were propped up along the wall, he counted his money over before leaving the room. "Huh, only fifty silver left? I guess it can't be helped, then..." he said, placing the bag of money back into his pocket before leaving the room and the inn right after. Ermoia's capital was quite... Expansive, so say the least. To call the city itself the country wouldn't be too much of a stretch. But at this time of day, the normally crowded streets were mostly empty. Getting up early meant he could stroll over to the Towers of Day and Night without having to shove through the massive expanse of people that would usually be running him over. The Towers, often just abbreviated to just 'The Towers', were the capital's biggest moneymaker. They had something that was labelled by the gods as an 'instanced area', which meant that no two groups could ever enter the same place twice, if at all. Of course, this meant that nobody would come to save you if you were in trouble, but to be fair Lucas never ventured much further than a floor or two in. Because of that cautiousness, though, he was never able to make much more than what he spent every day. That was the most annoying part. How could he get anywhere at all if he couldn't even make himself any more than that? It took him roughly 20 minutes, but Lucas finally arrived at the Towers. The sun had already risen in the sky, which meant that the usual groups of adventurers would come in droves and immediately request a position on the queue to enter. But looking at the time on the clock situated right above the gateway, there was half an hour left until they opened up. Hearing his stomach growling, Lucas gave in and decided to head to a nearby bakery to pick up some bread to eat.