Carseain was walking on the streets in a disguise with his two butlers. They were in disguise heading towards a local bar where he often drank his favourite mercenary ale.
Carseain knew all the roads and back alleys in the palm of his hand as he had been here several times. So did Rovenin as he was always searching for his drunk master through those roads.
For Carseain, walking through them was a breath of fresh air. Ever since he got his memories back he had not been given a chance to walk out freely. Though it was two weeks since I last came here, it still felt like a very very far-fetched memory.
He bought a few sticks of kebab and shared it with his companions.
While eating, I looked around the yellow lights that came from the flames and magic stones in the stores.
