"Had the men that deemed themselves as powerful as to summon Death lost all humanity in their hearts, when even the skies that had seen the mightiest of all beasts and treacheries of all eras shed forth descending tears, to their innocent victim's Perish Song?"
~
Western Cliffs of Shillingston,
Verging over the Eastern Banks of the Prussian Farriage Sea,
Kingdom of Tristendyre,
Tempestuous Eve of the first Phriday of the Second month,
XXI Year of Regency
"Don your face with the liveliest spirits; we will overcome this adversity, my dear", said Lady Minerva to Crescence as the couple ascended the cliffs of Shillingston towards the gathering of people.
The grand showers rained down in surges, causing the journey difficult on such uneven and streaming terrain. The papers in her hand, beneath the capes, were wet.
