The darkness fell over the city of Dawnwatch as soon as the night arrived.
The building lights flickered on, casting a warm glow onto the streets below, where a few pedestrians were still returning from their work or heading out for a night of revelry.
Currently, in the silent residence of Crimson Hounds, few guards did their rounds around the perimeter.
At the sleeping quarters, Adam was sitting on his bed, one knee up and the other dangling off the edge.
He was looking at the items scattered on the floor and contemplating the meeting that happened a few hours ago.
After the meeting, he and Digby visited the Crimson Hound's vault, and from there, Adam grabbed a few items for himself for the duration of the Gathering.
It included the familiar crimson armor, a protective amulet, and a strange whistle. They were all protective items that the Crimson Hounds had acquired during their years in the dungeon.
