I walk silently, pressing most of my weight on the balls of my feet. I move between people, sticking to crowds to avoid being seen by guards. I don’t know where I’m going, but I know I have to do something. I can’t stay locked up in the tavern all day.
The crowds are heavy, and the chatter is merry. Whenever people mention the word dragons, it’s in relation to the idea that all of the dragons were captured. People were feeling carefree now, not knowing the truth. Not knowing the man made horrors that awaited them soon.
At one point, I follow a group towards a stall. There are many people jostling with each other, trying to get close to the front to buy the shop’s wares. I feel an elbow connect with my stomach, causing me to stumble backwards and for the hood over my head to slip.