Outside is the fierce sun rays of a lazy afternoon. The markets lie idle, women and men in the comforts of their houses, only a few children running around down the streets, and even the pubs are not as crowded. It is the aftermath of last night’s big festivity overseen by Lord Hernan.
For them, it was quite odd to be having festivities at this time of the year, given that the season of winter is approaching, and there was not even a reason for such a grand celebration, but being far too tired from the hectic and chaotic events these past few days, festivities are more than welcomed. An ordered rest for the following day makes them grateful than ever, now resulting to an ever so idle afternoon.
Lord Hernan sat atop the throne. Fan-bearer on his right side to appease the afternoon heat a
