103 The Central Guild

Night passed quickly, amidst the cold, loud chatter, frequent gun-shots, the sun emerged. It's orangish vigor slowly spread throughout the town, it looked as if a drop of water spreading across a tiled floor. Though it looked uneven at times and regular at other, the light slowly entered through every crevasse: hole, windows, doors and more. It marked the beginning of a new day; the royal family had remained quiet for the past months. The incident with his majesty really took a toll but none knew to what extent. Kreston, despite they leaving in a fit of rage that particular night, all remained weirdly tranquil. The attacks on Dorchester stopped – with the help of some allies, Adelana kept sure to watch Rotten Thicket. Up to now, nothing seemed out of the ordinary and it would stay that way for the many months to come.