Reynard stepped out of a hired carriage and offered his arm to help Marien get out.
They stepped onto the wide street and could immediately see the mayor's mansion.
For the party, an already expensive and majestic three-floor building was decorated even more. Large banners with Darland's coat of arms—three wheat stalks and a snowflake on a blue, green, and white background—were hanging on the building's outside walls.
The guests matched, with their dresses and wheat-shaped ornaments on their clothing. They mingled in the gardens or arrived in carriages, waiting for the servants to lead them in.
It looked like every noble and rich merchant in the city was gathering tonight. But when Reynard closed his eyes for a moment and focused on the magic in the place, he couldn't sense any magi.
