The cobblestone streets of the city gleamed faintly under the moon's silver glow as Evan and Mina made their way back to their shared inn. The cool night air provided a welcome respite from the stifling atmosphere of the council chamber. Yet, the weight of their duties hung heavy in the air, casting a shadow on their usually easy demeanors.
"Lost in thought, are we?" Evan inquired, his voice gentle as he nudged Mina with his shoulder. Her brow furrowed in concentration, she barely looked at him.
Mina sighed, a deep breath that echoed the despair she felt. "I don't know, Evan," she admitted, her voice laced with doubt. "Can we really pull this off? This entire kingdom feels like it's on the brink of collapse."
Evan placed a reassuring hand on her sholder. "We've faced overwhelming odds before, haven't we?"
