The evening sky had covered the capital city. The air was very cold, and a sharp wind blew through the empty streets.
Damon rode his horse through the quiet upper city. He wore a thick coat to block the freezing wind. His mind was still very heavy with the events of the day. He felt a deep, uncomfortable burning feeling in the center of his chest.
Finally, Damon's horse halted in front of a very large, well-respected establishment.
It was a private, expensive tavern where only wealthy noblemen, high-ranking military officers, and royal ministers went to drink and discuss important matters. Warm yellow light poured out from the large glass windows, and the smell of roasted meat and sweet wine filled the cold air outside.
Damon got down from his horse. His leather boots hit the stone pavement with a solid thud.
A worker quickly ran out from the side of the building. The worker bowed very deeply.
