"Life smells fragrant to the innocent, but full of danger to the wakeful."
~
The Grand Market Square,
Stone Streets of the City of Shillingston,
Kingdom of Tristendyre,
The first Saturnday of the Second month,
XXI Year of Regency
The dawning light of the Sun burnt the darkness of night to bring forth Day. Tristendyre's skies were flooded with clouds that grew darker around the horizon; but the siege did not compromise on the fairness and warmth of the morning.
The cities and towns were a-buzz; excitement was crisp in the air.
The dress-makers, smiths and bakeries were thriving, with the Day of Coronation advancing as nigh as the very following day. They made a mastery of their resources and haste with their orders that the wealthy and the poor had placed in the custody of their business.
