Chapter 15 A Group of Traveling Bards

The day was warm. The bard, Aster, and his group walk down the steps that once were a place of significant importance for the late Irstiaran Empire. Centuries ago, this place was the capital of the same empire. The empire lasted for centuries, since it was first created, only to be destroyed by barbarians. What a lame way to end.

Aster stops for a moment, looks at the magnificent ruins. He has an idea. The groups halts.

“Are you thinking, which I am thinking?” he said, playing with his hat.

“What?” said the drummer. She turned her head. “It isn't a good spot.”

“We will find a better one.”

“Are you sure?”

“Of course.”

“Lead the way, nosy.”

They continued down the road. The violinist stopped, her gaze went up to the tall tower.

“The only thing that remained for the Irstiaran Empire,” she said.

“Are you sure?”