The tavern was small but inviting, well lit and well maintained with oak tables that sat invitingly for patrons to sit and have a meal. The scent of food and spirits hung in the air, accented with the bold fragrance of spices that hung to dry from the rafters. Laughter rang out like a melody, calling the attention of those who had gathered for refreshment over to a table tucked away at the back. A young man with somewhat wild short brown hair and vibrant brown eyes seemed rather giddy even as he tossed a hand of hopelessly mismatched playing cards onto the table.
"Looks like I lost again," Dyne said. "You're just too good at this, Ghaleon."
Warm
Keterburg at night was a truly beautiful sight to behold. Without the type of lights cities had to contend with, the stars in the sky were bright and clear. The soft snow coating the ground was covered in a thick layer of shadow, save for where the occasional street lamp cast its light on the surface, causing it to glitter.
It was so peaceful, so tranquil that even the slightest disturbance stood out alarmingly.
"H-Hahh... hahh..."
Saphir raced through the snowy streets, gasping heavily for breath. His face was flushed, which conflicted greatly with the paleness of the rest of his body. His cheeks were stained with tears, his nose ru