Currently near the borders of the Arcana kingdom, in a small city near the mountains.
The darkness of the night and the depressing rain had filled the sky.
With barely any light that was being made with the lanterns that had the simplest of enchantments placed in.
Usually, such an environment would make someone subconsciously get wary and look out for potential scetzy people who would take any opportunity to find trouble with you.
It was a time when no person would have willingly gone out.
But currently, though such a night was a tall figure wearing a dark cloak that was almost blending in the night itself with the hoody completely shadowing his face from others people's sight.
Anybody who was that figure would undoubtedly feel that something is off about him.
The figure in question who was continued walking stopped in a particular tavern that by just standing outside could one hear the voices of the cheering mood inside.
