Transmigrated into a Fantasy World with No Clue What To Do Chapter 28: Chapter 27: The Great Plains Of Inverbreck / Knocker Attack

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Chapter 27: The Great Plains Of Inverbreck / Knocker Attack The rest of that day’s journey passed uneventfully and we ended up stopping in a small village called Summerglen, just south of where the forest ended and the Great Plains of Inverbreck began. The village had one inn that only had four rooms available, two of which were clearly meant for servants. My parents rented the biggest room for themselves and the other rather humble room for me. The servant’s room nearest mine went to Mary and the fourth room went to one of the guards. The rest of our entourage took the carriages to the outskirts of the village and made camp. The innkeeper, an excitable older gentleman, treated my parents and me as if we were royalty, which I honestly found a bit uncomfortable. His wife, the cook, clearly pulled out the stops when making our dinner, because the food was delicious and cooked to perfection. While we ate, the innkeeper stood by nervously, as if he felt he needed to wait on us hand and foot, despite my father assuring him that it wasn’t necessary. When we finished eating, we all retired to our rooms so that we could get an early start the next morning. My room was small, roughly the same size as the one my grandparents had given me in Korea. There was just enough room for a narrow bed, side table, and dresser, all of which made the room feel overly cramped. With how small my room was, I could only imagine how tiny the rooms that Mary and Charles, the guard, had. The bed was lumpy and uncomfortable, as was the accompanying pillow, and I had a hard time sleeping on it. I’m not sure what time I finally managed to get to sleep, but it seemed as if as soon as I had drifted off, Mary was waking me back up. All of this leads us to now. Having been awakened so early by Mary, I am a bit bleary-eyed and feel as if I could collapse at any second, sleep fighting to reclaim me, as my head pounds from being deprived of a good night’s rest. She helps me get dressed in the clean clothes she had brought in with her. In these tight quarters it takes some creative maneuvering, but somehow, Mary manages to get me properly dressed and finishes tying off the laces on the back of my dress. For my hair she puts it in a simple braid at my request, tying the end off with a ribbon that matches the cheery yellow of my dress. We head downstairs only to find my parents already waiting for us. My father’s face is full of energy, as if he is rearing to go and get the day started. My mom, on the other hand looks how I feel. The bed in their room was likely as lumpy and uncomfortable as mine was. My dad, considering his position in the King’s Army, is likely used to sleeping on worse surfaces, which is probably why, out of the three of us, he is the only one who looks as if they had a good night’s sleep. At least, that is what I am telling myself so that I don’t end up potentially resenting him. After a quick breakfast, my father thanks our gracious hosts and pays the older man five times the actual rate for the rooms. When the man tries to argue, dad just insists and adds more coins to the pile. The older man looks like he is going to faint, but luckily this also means that he stops arguing and we make our way out of the inn before he can recover. The caravan of carriages is already lined up outside waiting on us and, once we load ourselves into the biggest one, we take off. The sun is just starting to peek over the horizon as we pull out of the village, turning the sky a lovely blend of pinks and oranges. We follow the small river that the village is built beside and I look out the window, hoping to see something interesting. Despite my hopes, all I can see is flat farmland as far as my eyes can perceive in the early dawn light. As the day progresses, the scene outside of the window only gets flatter, if it does anything at all. Around ten, I saw a lone tree which managed to break up the monotony a bit, but that could hardly be called anything overly interesting