Victor, Aluella and Wanda made their way through the bustling streets of the capital, feeling the vibrant atmosphere and infectious energy around them. The lights of the lanterns began to illuminate the city as the sun hid on the horizon, painting the sky with a spectrum of soft colors. Victor led the group with firm steps, his gaze attentive to his surroundings.
"There is an inn not far from here where I have stayed on my previous visits," Victor said, his voice ringing with confidence. "It's a comfortable and discreet place, ideal for resting and planning our next steps."
Wanda, a young woman with alert eyes and curly hair, watched curiously. "I hope you have a good bed," she commented, her tone a mixture of weariness and hope. "I need a good night's sleep."
Aluella, always alert and witty, gave Wanda an understanding look. "Don't worry, we'll find you a good place to rest."
