The kaleidoscope of shimmering lights flickered in the distance as the starry sky swept over Bellmore. Hazy clouds enveloped the twin moons so the city was in its own realm of perpetual darkness. The wet, desolate streets rested in silence as the starry black sky wept over it. And, the small, green trees on the roadside swayed as the strong breeze hit them.
In a certain inn, a group planning to embark on a journey to Anspia had neatly wrapped up the preparation of their worldly goods, and a carriage would pick them all up when the golden fingers of sunlight barely lit up the neighborhood.
According to all known perspectives, the next required action was to have a proper rest to erase any physical and mental fatigue accumulated throughout the day.
However, inside of one of the inn's many rooms, a private and segmented conference was being held...
