KALEB
The nights in Anemond were always bustling.
Much to my surprise and confusion, plenty of shops remained open late well into the evening hours. Citizens moved about the streets happily and mingled with one another in an almost picturesque sort of manner. Their laughter, music, and conversation melded together to create a disjointed yet delightful chorus.
As I roamed the streets with my guards, I took care to smile at anyone who made eye contact with me. My gestures were always met with a friendly expression. To the citizens who lived here, I was just another friendly foreigner.
It was a relief to go about my stroll calmly. I’d taken extensive measures to appear to be just another kind face.
I continued to stroll through the town until I entered a sea of greenery at the very edge
