Chapter 33

The evening air was crisp and cool as Darian walked along the cobblestone pathways, flanked by the grandiose estates of the noble city.

The shadows of the twilight danced around him, casting an eerie but oddly calming ambiance.

In stark contrast to this serene scene, Cassandra, his ever-talkative companion, continued to chatter incessantly.

She talks too much. It's annoying, he thought to himself as he kept pace with her. She prattled on about her exploits as a wrestler and a thief, her words washing over him like waves against a rugged coastline.

Darian could hardly bring himself to care about another woman and her daring escapades.

He forced a smile when he needed to, injecting an occasional nod or an insincere chuckle. Each step felt heavier as he treaded the cobblestones of the path, the weight of Cassandra's endless stories taking a toll on his patience.