CLANG! CLANG!! CLANG!!!
The resounding rhythm of the Grace Temple's bell came ringing through the entire district of Calipsos.
As the bell tolls rang loudly from the high tower, merchants roused from their sleep. Drunkards groggily awakened from the steps of pubs. And many a philanderer were pushed away from the laps of rousing whores.
The Temple's bell continued tolling, causing many to murmur and growl in their sleep. A few even cursed unconsciously, groaning as they drew pillows over their ears. The bell kept tolling, announcing the arrival of dawn.
As the skies overhead brightened with amber and lilac, so did the grounds and streets of the Golden Capital. Night patrols of the Watch exchanged shifts with Officers on morning duty. The skies cleared more, merging the gold of the rising sun into the blue of the heavens.
