"I would rather that I never sleep, for the lands and times I suffer under the slumbering eye are far terrible, yet greater in reality."
~
Crowning and Imperial Castle,
Kingdom of Tristendyre,
The first Phrinight of the Second month,
XXI Year of Regency
It was a fair and unassuming evening in the Kingdom of Tristendyre and the people were about their respective and passive business.
However, the array of the towns was not as calm as it had been all the time:
Where at regular seasons, there would be children playing hopscotch, women gardening or visiting, man labouring, some gardening, smiles and candour and amicability, in the present scenario, there were collections of people in the fashion of mobs gathered at various parts of the Nation's streets, either jabbering away, spitting words of hate or sleeping on the porches like they were lying in wait.
