The afternoon sun streamed through the latticed window, pouring into a side hall of the Half-Elf Palace.
Colourful specks of light formed intricate and haphazard patterns on the white glazed rock floor, capturing Haver's gaze. He stared at the ground intently, as if trying to decipher some profound truth from these light patterns.
Of course, although Haver was a legendary Half-Elf merchant renowned across Silver Moon City, he had little interest in geometry. His fascination with these light patterns stemmed simply from his immense boredom.
After the Silver Moon Guards' rebellion was quelled, those Half-Elf merchants, who had set their own granaries on fire, were 'invited' one by one to the Royal Palace.
Yet they had been waiting in the Palace for most of the day without an audience with Queen Isa or Count Angler.
This kept the Half-Elf merchants in a constant state of irritation and fear.
