Aurea scribbled on her book before dismissing it. Sighing she stared at the dark sky while letting the cold salty breeze caress her body.
Shipwreck turned calm, peaceful. The Brawlers were rotating shifts, considerably reducing the number of ruthless guards around the streets. In fact, she rarely saw a trio of them patrolling.
"Will do, thanks!"
Zenon closed the door behind him, his kind smile turning into a deep, serious expression as he loudly sighed. He rubbed his eyes, taking the sawdust off.
Shaking his hands he approached Aurea.
"Ironic that the Woodcrafters are way more polite than the Herbalist yet talks non-stop. Pure gossip as well."
Aurea exhaled, clearly expecting some good information. She boosted herself from the wall and said, "Let's go back, I don't trust the safety of this place at night."
