The nightly hour struck ten and even so the streetlamps glowed bright and people walked the streets in clothing to stave off the cold.
Building by building a carriage would pass till the steeds and wheels passed the bridge across Dolpool River and made its way to Narcissus Borough.
The water glimmered in the lights of the night, not that they noticed. Their carriage dropped them off at the end of a district that would lead to their destination.
There, they did away with the illusory disguises and opted to go invisible. The buildings around here hardly had any paint or décor, which made it have its own charm.
Red and grey bricks, windows thick with grime and the buildings were clustered with no pattern or order in mind whether height or width.
