Chapter 64: Pretending to drink is an art
After nightfall, the streets of the Lower District quickly grew quiet. Sparse magical lamps cast dim, yellowish halos at the alley entrances, which only made the shadows seem even darker.…
After nightfall, the streets of the Lower District quickly grew quiet. Sparse magical lamps cast dim, yellowish halos at the alley entrances, which only made the shadows seem even darker.…