It was already past sundown, and in a short while, the final streaks of daylight would give way for the darkness of night.
The evening breeze was particularly refreshing out here in the outskirts of the Fodder Groove, it was a welcome comfort to Jian's troubled heart.
Although the comfort was fleeting, they had to be... how could a king dare seek for peace when his people faced the contrary?
Jian had taken a liking to this hill, perhaps because it overlooked the small town below, just as his balcony overlooked the Citadel.
The mundane and familiar sight provided a rare sense of warmth to Jian's cold heart.
The day had been eventful, but the night was not any better.
An air of danger still lurked in the air... and then there was that treasure...a treasure Jian had stored away so long ago that he had almost let himself forget it's existence.
"Decaron will see to it at dawn..." Cassian's voice sounded from behind Jian.
