The sun set for a while at the west side of the horizon. The clouds for the rainy season came early and depressingly. Night seemed to invade Andrew Haila all of a sudden. The suffocating breath in the city depressed people. As we walked on the street, only the deep humming of the night bugs and the clatter of the horse’s hoofs of the knights on duty could prove the slightest hint of life within the strongest ford on the Westland.
There was a team of knights on the street. The one leading them was a Colonel who wore a golden military outfit. This Colonel completed his duty. If he could not find that Prince who walked at the heart of that unit, he believed that he had already been sent to military department.
