Something Fishy

*Irellia's POV*

We'd made it to Likuna just after the sun had set, dashing my hopes of drinking the city in. It was strange how dark it was here at night, the castle would be cast in the soft glow of moon-lamps freshly recharged by the royal mages shortly before the sun had begun its descent. Yet her the moon and a few speckled torches were all that served to light the way. I wonder if Saffron itself looked the same at night? I wish I'd paid more attention while I was there.

Arken takes the lead, a bundle of nerves knotting in my stomach and adding weight to my legs as we follow the sounds of laughter and mirth toward a small cottage of sorts with a broken door sitting off to the side.

Our footsteps creak as we make our way across the worn wooden floor of the eatery, the chatter we'd heard from outside had come to an immediate halt the moment we stepped inside. I find myself hiding behind Arken, who doesn't seem to care about the appraising and somewhat hostile looks were receiving fr