The 50 of fall, 510 AV
It was night. No more bright, warm sun shinning down. The only light that was given is the pale moonlight shinning down on the streets of Syliras, and occasional candles, or lanterns from a near-by home. It wasn't exactly cold, surprisingly, but the warmth over the day vanished in thin air. The streets, once filled with pushing and cursing, were now left abandoned. Only occasionally, a merchant would be seen walking to his home, a drunken beggar stumbling across the streets, or a guard doing his night shift. Nothing extraordinary. The stone structure that the city possessed, now gave the impression it was a ruin, not a main capital of a region. All this gave the Dhani, in his human form, shivers. it wasn't even five hours ago when the city almost drove him insane. But now it's like it never lived at all.
In his right hand, he was carrying a rather bad-in-shape piece of paper he got from the Employment Office. There was written how to get to the tavern called 'The White Swan Tavern'. As he got told, he is supposed to make an audition there. Well, at least he wasn't traveling alone. That kept him from crawling somewhere and hide. "It'sss cold." He mumbled underneath his breath, complaining about it like he was a little kid.

