In the city of Andelheim, the Ventor Martial Tournament was about to begin, and the streets buzzed with life. The entire city seemed to pulse with energy, as if the very air itself was alive. Drums echoed through the narrow alleys and broad plazas, their steady rhythm calling to the masses who had gathered for the grand event. People moved through the streets in a swarm, their voices raised in excitement, shouting to friends and strangers alike. It was as if the entire city had been transformed into one vast festival.
Marquis Aldrich Ventor had seen to that.
