Dusk falls and the shadows of night begin to creep across Talapa. An old inn on the outskirts of town began to bustle as a meeting place for travelers, merchants, and adventurers. Amongst the seemingly endless crowd, who would have thought there would be a story hidden within the inn's worn wooden walls.
This was Arya Dipa's second day in the Talapa kingdom. To those who knew him, Arya was a mysterious young man with eyes filled with clarity and an aura of courage.
Although he had changed his appearance to that of an ordinary person, his charisma could not be concealed. The night was already quite late when Arya entered her room and intended to rest.
Not long after Arya lay down, a group of metal-costumed and closed-headed soldiers came to surround the inn. Pale moonlight shone on the dusty floor as the sound of their steps could be heard, echoing between the old wooden walls.
