The evening glow of the town center was fading, replaced by the dim lights of the street lamps and the soft hum of activity from various establishments.
Among them, a small, dimly lit tavern bustled with the laughter and conversation of noble students from Ravenwood Academy, their refined robes and blazers contrasting sharply with their uncouth behavior.
The place smelled of ale and the clinking of glasses and mugs a constant backdrop to the low hum of voices.
Seated around a large table in the corner, a group of young nobles were indulging in the pleasures of the evening.
Their faces flushed with drink, they leaned in close to each other, their laughter punctuated by the occasional crude comment.
"Did you see that girl in the town square today?" one of them, a broad-shouldered boy with slicked-back hair, slurred, grinning widely.
"A commoner, but gods, she was prettier than my fiancée. Think her name was... what, Mira?
