The streets of Darion were still crowded even that morning. The sun streamed through the stone rooftops, illuminating the flow of people moving between stalls, shops, and taverns. The city teemed with voices and smells: spices brought from the southern routes, freshly tanned leather, heated iron, and the excited chatter of those who spoke only of the "Tournament of Phoenixes and Dragons" that was about to begin.
Amidst this crowd, two walked as if they were part of it. A man and a woman, unhurried, simple clothing, calm steps. Nothing about them drew attention. They were just two ordinary faces in a sea of faces.
