Iara pulled the hood up over her face when the l’Rasel carriage dropped her off in the downtown square. It was only mid-afternoon, and the red sun was hanging at its highest point in the sky, far above the First Ring. Frowning at the heat, Iara hurried her step along the bustling road of people. This time, no one stared at her. Although her clothing weren’t extravagant, they were elegant and decorated finely with gold thread. Iara sighed. Ithur truly treated her well. The sheltered, foolish demon lord was to be pitied in this unfortunate situation, too.
But she had come to face that she had more important things to do, things she had been procrastinating from doing. Grumbling to herself, she came to pause outside a small bank. Glancing around herself warily, she reached up to pull her hoo
