Rose sighed as she draped the apron to its hanger. She had just finished changing clothes—her father, Oscar, told her to go home. It was oddly early for her today, but she concluded that her father got what he wanted prior to the time expected. Rose tied her hair into a loose bun, and then went off to the roads.
The moon was shining brightly and night in Feuersturm is just as lively as daytime. There was music playing even outside the tavern, the roads occupied by several stalls selling different things—ranging from food to fake jewelries. Not only people of Feuer were here but also many more from various countries from the continent.
What could anyone else expect? This was Feuer Capital, the liveliest city of Zuerst—the heart of the continent itself. Rose smiled and smelled the breeze, her strong sense of smell catching a whiff of different fragrances—people of mixed origins.
