The rail platform was filled with workers unloading construction materials and merchant goods out of the afternoon train. Nohre stepped down from a passenger car carefully with her travel pack secured across her shoulders. Directly behind… Fusand hez Talcres followed with his own bag. Their shared luggage was carried in his arms - a box full of the carefully wrapped gifts from Zyris and Meyran.
"It's so completely different."
Green eyes surveyed the transformed competition grounds as they walked forward. Even though she said those words, in a way, it was as busy as the teens could remember. The calls of vendors and the laughter of mortal children playing in the street. And if the pair had to guess, the sounds of hammering and sawing throughout the air probably existed during the setup period of the original venue.
"The visiting population must have tripled since the letter sent to the Talcres estate. Maybe we should look around a bit first."
