Night Falls on Gra'akast

JP with Winteroak and White_Caribou

Shalia greeted the three, having not seen Amastan and Agizul since their arrival in the Holy City. Both were wearing pale robes that seemed tinted with ashes. She imagined it to be some symbol of mourning.

A servant offered her a goblet with wine as she joined them. Tamazzalt greeted as he has always done, warmly and friendly and invited her to look out from the balcony into the city skyline as the light of the sun faded and the the waning moon rose in the heavens.

"What a difference a couple of weeks make, don't you think?" He asked her looking out. "It gladdens me to no measure to see our city full of people." He looked on with what could it be described as an expression of wishful thinking.

Shalia clutched the wine and immediately took a large sip, walking over to the railing. Her empty stomach had to take note of the dinner laid before them: roast fowl, vegetables, berries, and warm bread rolls. A reddish-orange sauce drizzled over the meat with the beverage of the evening being wine. Her mouth watered.

She rested her arms on the rail beside him and watched the city below slowly fading into night. The moon coming out from behind clouds and the desert basking in its light. The people had all gathered to see the new Chosen and it was certainly a sight to see. They could be waiting here a while, though.

Looking to Tamazzalt, she was unsure how to interpret the expression among the thickening tension. She looked back to the city below as lanterns were lit in the streets and windows.

"Quite the difference. Makes me miss city life just a little."

He nodded. "For too long we have allowed our city to lay empty." His toned hardened a bit. "But I would see that change." He said and he turned to her and smiled. And motioned for everyone to take their seats.