It was dawn in the city of Kalmerá, the sun had just begun its journey through the sky when half of the population of Kalmerá had already woken up to start the day's tasks, the chimneys in the restaurants had already begun to smoke while began their preparations, some shops dedicated to the explorers who ventured to the witch's forest were already opening their doors to receive these brave men who risked their lives in search of treasures, at the city gates you could already see a great flow of people waiting to leave the city to work in the fields.
Desmond, who had woken up early just like this prosperous border town, now found himself watching this scene from the window of his room on the fourth floor of the luxurious inn where he and Sasha were staying.