Reverie of Mages
Just a stone's throw from Orion's inn, two shadowy figures perched on the rooftop of a neighboring building, their silhouettes barely distinguishable against the night sky. Cloaked in garb befitting silent assassins, their lower faces obscured by fabric as dark as the abyss. Teress herself had cautioned them about the formidable young man within, urging them to remain vigilant. Heeding her warning, they opted for magical artifacts to enhance their senses, avoiding the risk of revealing their presence through the use of mana.
The taller figure broke the silence, his voice barely more than a whisper as they watched Orion disappear inside. "He's right. The Blue Moon has begun," he murmured.
Their gazes shifted skyward, captivated by the celestial marvel unfolding above. The moon, bathed in a surreal azure glow, cast an ethereal light over the world below. "It happens every year, yet it never fails to mesmerize," the other figure observed, awe evident in his tone.