Sylvester walked around the camp and looked for a place to sit and write his letter. The sun was nearly set, and the warm night was looming. But the twin moons were shining very bright, so it didn't seem as dark.
The breeze was calm and soothing, and combined with the various small groups of the Inquisitors sitting together and singing; the night was very relaxing.
"Ah, what are you doing here alone?" Sylvester soon found Elyon sitting alone near the outskirts of the camp, where no particular noise reached. But the various insects played their music, which felt more relaxing.
Sylvester joined the man, sitting beside him on the soft grass. He took out a parchment and started writing the application for a promotion. Though he also talked with the Tiger Beastkin. "What's on your mind?"
Elyon kept staring at the moons with his big ferocious eyes. "Wondering where they are."
