Ragnar and Casilo were shrouded in the night's darkness as they traverse through cobbled streets. The night shielded them away from the watchful eyes of the few people that still wandered around. The town was quiet at this hour, with only a few scattered lights flickering in windows and the occasional passerby hurrying home.
During the day, Amris was full of life. Shops would be open, people crowding the streets but at night, it fell into stillness. That was one of the things Ragnar liked about it. It wasn't like the capital, which was always loud and full of activity no matter the hour. Amris offered a kind of peace he had never really found in the capital.
