Music from various instruments lingered outside the manor; the jubilant festival music and people singing and dancing deluged the whole, vast capital. A plethora of stores and stalls selling a diversity of goods appeared before the Faustina, way plenty than before—there are violins and guitars being strummed all around the scope, people giving large amounts of foods to each other, and then merchants and plebeians selling their goods to people passing by.
"Th-this is amazing," Faustina says as she stared at the floating festival lights.
Not only people were around but also there were people who looked stout and small, with their long beards tied into a braid; dwarves, the creatures who mined precious jewels deep in the mountains. There are also a few people with diverse hair colors and skin tones, visibly belonging from varied races.
Faustina eyed them in amazement.
"Sister?"
