The night sky was clear with stars glistening and a half-moon illuminating the land. The tower city clock chimed ten o'clock at night, and many people still moved around, going on with their nightly business in Aragonia, many hurrying back home after the day's work.
Coaches and horses, huffing and gulping, could be heard, and the flashing lamps hung on the sides of the coaches occasionally illuminated the dark figure standing on the side of the street, with the orange glow of his cigar flashing in the night and smoke puffing out of his mouth.
He blended smoothly into the night, if it wasn't for the light that occasionally fell on him and the orange glow of his cigar. Behind him, the Marquis house stood tall and silent, with only the faint movements of the servants, as the nobles must have already retired for the night, unlike the vampire land where activities happened at night.
