All the stores along Skyfire Avenue were open. They’re doors were open wide, and their wares on display for all to see as proprietors stood by. They nodded and gave their regards as the welcoming party passed. Still, there was a solemnity that hung heavy the air.
As the councilors reached the end of the Avenue, dots appeared on the horizon. A motorcade of vert-cars approached.
They were separated in to two processions; one set of gold vehicles, and one set of black. They flew in tight formation as they closed upon Skyfire Avenue.
Their approach was slow, and when they finally drew within fifty meters of the Avenue they descended, and came to a stop.
The luxurious vehicles settled, and their doors opens. Several figures exited.
The Wine Master stood at the head of the procession, watching with calm expression. He made no move to greet them.
