Gloomy storm clouds shrouded the sky over Silver Moon City, occasionally filled with rumbling thunder.
It was about to rain.
Pedestrians on the street hurried, hoping to get home before the storm hit.
A small tavern in the east of the city had two special guests.
The tavern attendant, upon seeing the appearance and demeanor of these two guests, realized they must be nobles. He involuntarily bowed a little, respectfully leading them to a quiet spot near a window.
The two guests were a man and a woman.
The man seemed to be in his early twenties and sported radiant golden hair with ocean-blue eyes. His eyes were particularly deep like the ocean, giving anyone he was looking at a feeling of being seen through.
The woman was slightly younger, pretty with a bold spirit. She was petite and moved with agility. The broadsword she carried on her back was the most eye-catching thing about her.
