Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191205184926/@comment-25828117-20191208012759

Anvil seemed very quiet now that it was nearing midnight. Some inns seemed to still be open, warm and inviting light spilled out into the streets from its ground floor windows and doors, though it was far less loud than it normally used to be. The entire time they had been in the city, it was as if some part of the soul was gone. Nothing malicious was at play, the people just felt less like going out or celebrating, or that seemed to be the case anyways.

They arrived back at the Goldbranch Hotel at the stroke of midnight.

Helian yawned. Who knew that playing thiefcatcher could be so exhausting.