'The capital glows, dusk till dawn, the festival flows, from day to night and repeat. I'm used to the sight of drunkards past out in alleys and some often scare the bystanders, they look pale and ill, and some could be said to be dead. Once the light hits their face and cold water is dropped onto their bodies – they wake up as if nothing happened. I must say, the people of the Emerald City sure can drink. The canals are practically flowing with booze… I dare not wonder how much money the duke's family spent,' Menti hitched a ride to the Adventuring guild, '-plenty of job requests,' she opened for the day.
"Got here early, didn't you?" said a demi, tying her hair in a low braid.
"No skin off my back," she returned with a smile, "-the tavern's working double time."
"I'm tired," she hauled her body and dropped a hefty bag over the tavern's counter,"-working day and working night is torture," her demi-human ears bowed, and the eyelids seemed heavy to lift.
