This chapter was a little short; please bear with me. Tomorrow I'll build up a backlog, and starting the day after, updates will go up on schedule at 9 a.m. and 5 p.m.
Night!
Lordaeron City was anything but peaceful. Under cover of the hazy darkness, a man hurried along.
He kept his footsteps light, avoiding the light towers whenever possible and moving through the shadows.
He carried a bundle in his hand. Through a gap in its wrapping, an assortment of small ornaments could be seen inside.
An armed patrol approached briskly from a distance. Spotting the man hiding in the shadows, the patrolman at the front shouted, "What are you doing? Come out here for inspection!"
At the shout, he dared not delay. He quickly stepped out, holding his bundle and wearing a simple, honest smile.
The man was no longer young. His face was weathered, his temples gray, and his hands rather rough. Though he looked old, he stood straight, his body brimming with strength.
Yet his expression was utterly humble. He hastily shook the bundle in his hand and said, "I can't keep doing business under this curfew, so I'm heading home."
After hearing his explanation, the patrolmen nodded, lowered their weapons, and waved him on.
Once he had left them behind, the man continued walking, one step at a time.
At first, his pace was perfectly ordinary. But once he was away from the patrol, he began to move faster, though he remained cautious. After checking carefully to make sure no one was following him,
he rounded several corners and entered an unremarkable alley. He stopped before a courtyard and knocked softly on the gate.
Knock, knock, knock!
In the darkness of the night, the sound was unmistakable.
Footsteps soon sounded inside the courtyard, followed