Chapter 483 - The Return of The Old Halfling

The rooftops of Theron's Rest were a world apart from the chaos of its streets. Up here, the city exhaled in deep, rhythmic breaths, as if relieved to shed the bustling energy of the day. The muffled hum of taverns carried upward, blending with the faint clatter of wagons rolling over cobblestones and the sporadic bark of a dog staking its claim on the night. A thin veil of smoke from distant chimneys twisted lazily into the dark sky, while the city's scattered lights formed constellations of their own among the rooftops.