A small girl was running in the streets of smooth stone and a well lit day with a smile on her face as her older brother chased after her. They laughed and giggled as adults looked on with warm smiles.
The well made street was clean and well maintained as guards with vibrantly emerald shirts showing through their chainmail and armor. They carried halberds with bright tassels of black, gold, azure, and emerald.
The tassels were not only on the weapons but adorned to the many doorways and stalls throughout the currently vibrant market.
The anniversary was coming up and the buzz of the merchants was palpable so seeing children playing was nothing unexpected.
A man in a tan cloak with a deep hood sat at a cafe sipping a steaming cup of bitter coffee but he seemed to soak in the environment around him.
