"No matter what kind of evil dictates its influence into the heart of our companions, we always seek a reason for their actions."
~Tasmiya Shaik
PORT CITY OF DURENHAL
URBAN DISTRICT
Thursday
6:08 a.m
The atmosphere of the port's urban district was still, undisturbed during the quiet hours of the early morning. Dark, grey molasses began to depart to their next desired destination, to reign upon another city its untamed storm. Azure hues were slowly revealed with its departure, the sun would stream its glorious rays upon Durenhal with the awakening of the oppressed folk. A truly befitting symbolism that portrayed the events which played out in the port well.
Heaven's sign that similarly, the injustice, and oppression that threatened the people's harmony would clear from their precious city with the strength of the Aldarian warriors. The emerging sun, a symbol of the prosperity that would grace their lives once more.
