116 Faith

Li found himself taking an evening walk through the docks.

The sun had recently set, leaving a little smattering of natural remaining, but by now, most of the buildings around the docks comprising of taverns for rowdy sailors, had put lit and put up lanterns to fight against the encroaching dark. 

A dark that seemed much deeper and darker than other nights. Not to mention that today was also eerily quiet. 

Riviera usually had a nice breeze flowing through it that supposedly turned into harsh and whipping winds in winter, but for now, during the golden heights of summer, the breeze was tame, flowing in little lulls that soothed the scorching sun.

But there was absolutely no breeze today, making all the little barges and boats seem to float above the dockside water in suspended animation, their sails completely still. Clouds thronged overhead, dark and heavy, filled to the brim with rain.