As was typical for the group, they walked in silence on the way back to town. Just as they were approaching the gates, Zel realized his mask was still down and pulled it up. People typically didn't like those who were different from them, and Zel<span style="font-style: italic">really</span>didn't need any more complications.<br/><br/>It was bordering on evening, so of course the bakery was closed. There were several other shops along the way that were still open, but Zel proposed his suggestion. "Why don't we just get something to eat at the inn?" he suggested. "It is getting awfully late."<br/><br/>Indeed, it was getting late when they left the lake, but the walk back took the better part of an hour to complete. Now the sun was hovering just above the horizon, almost hidden by the sparse buildings of Veloen.