The evening was approaching as the sun had let its last shed of light for the day. Acute and disciplined people were closing their shops while some just opened theirs. Horses came and go as merchants and traveling companions just got back from a journey from afar. Their expressions were desolate as the looming war was upon them. Despite the bustling market, they still made a deficit as the journey to the other three kingdoms would be too much dangerous for the safety of their goods. However, one man was standing at the top of the building brooding over the city as it closed for the night and let the life of those living in the dark hour thrive.
His eyes were sharp as he hid in the shadow of the night. No one could catch a glimpse of his face, not even when he decided to move did they felt the change of wind. For the sleepless night, there was nothing that could stop his advances before he disappeared and vanished completely without a sound.
