"First thing in the morning." West nodded in agreement "I'll be waiting right here." He patted the table with an open palm. There was an awkward moment of silence, before West turned away and disappeared deeper into the inn. He found a set of locked rooms in the back and tapped one with his hand which opened a menu, asking him how many nights he intended to stay. He opted for a single night and watched as a handful of his money vanished into the air. With that, the door clicked and unlocked. West stepped inside, shutting it behind him and making sure it was locked. The thought had crossed his mind that there were probably thief class players looking to take what they could from sleeping players. He decided it was probably a decent idea to set up some sort of defense, so West put a small bucket next to the door before removing his armor and collapsing onto the bed.
Part of him felt like if he were to fall asleep now, he would wake up in his bed at home and this all would have been some sort of weird fever dream. His mother would still be there, still disappointed in him and he would go back to his boring life. He looked at his sword, propped up against the desk beside his bed and a small smile crept onto his face. Despite the fact that everything in this world was a lie, today had been the greatest day of West's life. There was some guilt in this fact, given that so many had lost their lives in the game, but West was still here and so was Brielle, the closest thing West had ever had to a friend. He couldn't concentrate much more as fatigue took over, forcing him to close his eyes, still mostly dressed and still smiling.
Part of him felt like if he were to fall asleep now, he would wake up in his bed at home and this all would have been some sort of weird fever dream. His mother would still be there, still disappointed in him and he would go back to his boring life. He looked at his sword, propped up against the desk beside his bed and a small smile crept onto his face. Despite the fact that everything in this world was a lie, today had been the greatest day of West's life. There was some guilt in this fact, given that so many had lost their lives in the game, but West was still here and so was Brielle, the closest thing West had ever had to a friend. He couldn't concentrate much more as fatigue took over, forcing him to close his eyes, still mostly dressed and still smiling.