During the middle of the night, the tavern owner closed the tavern, sighing as he climbed above a table and grabbed the lantern, gazing at the purple flame within.
He then exited the tavern, carrying it as he walked through the streets. For some reason, despite the people walking past him, they didn't seem to have recognized him, assuming him to be some stranger. On top of that, they were unable to see the lantern he was holding.
Sporting a gentle smile, the tavern owner exited the city, arriving atop an inconspicuous hill, opening his mouth to unleash a certain bird's cry.
Caw! Caw!
There was silence after that, the eerie sounds of winds being the only thing present in the scene. The tavern owner calmly awaited at the place in silence, using the light from the purple flame to gaze at his surroundings.
Using the vantage point of the hilltop, he gazed at the town he was from.
