Silvermoon City's population had far exceeded its capacity.
But as night deepened, peace still quickly returned to the city.
Of course, this was partly because High Elves liked keeping birds and lynxes as pets.
If they had kept cats and dogs instead, it certainly would not have been so peaceful!
Herad lay in bed, silently gazing at the bright moon hanging high in the night sky.
The soft murmurs from next door were like a magical lullaby, soon lulling him to sleep.
When the first ray of morning sunlight reached the windowsill, the preset magical clock began playing its wake-up music.
The crisp birdsong had sounded for only a few seconds before Herad woke from his light sleep.
As he got up to turn off the magical clock, faint sounds also came from next door.
But the sounds next door soon stopped.
They had probably only turned off their magical clock.
Thinking of the soft murmurs last night, Herad suspected they had spent most of the night discussing it.
Of course, gryphons were certainly worth their excitement.
While Herad got up, washed, and ate breakfast, the White Hawkstrider shamelessly sidled up to him.
Only after eating two meat-stuffed pancakes and polishing off several pieces of fruit was it willing to eat its premium bird feed.
Once it had satisfied its cravings and filled its belly, it carried Herad toward the city gates.
However, the streets were full of pedestrians, and with its large size, it was slower than Herad walking on his own.
Once outside the city, though, it picked up speed.
This amphibious hawkstrider soon delivered Herad outside the Dawnedge Armory, then charged toward the sea at tremendous speed once more, demonstrating its iron-footed water-running skills.
As it flapped its wings and skimmed over the sea, it also snatched