Sunday night in Elfier City.
The festival day.
The stone streets, usually quiet, were now dense with people. Large blue and gold banners hung across the street, fluttering gently in the night breeze.
In the main square, a large wooden stage had been erected, illuminated by hundreds of magical lanterns casting a golden glow.
The night air was filled with Laughter, cheerful music from street performers, and the shouts of people mingled together.
This was the first night of the King's Birthday Festival.
Far from the chaos of the square, on a quieter street, the door to an inn swung open.
A small bell above it jingled softly.
Two figures stepped inside.
The first figure was a man with long pink hair tied back. He wore a dark cloak and several leather belts over his black uniform.
The second figure was a woman. Her long blonde hair cascaded over a luxurious dark blue cloak with a high red collar. Her red eyes scanned the inn with a bored expression.
