The Evening was a cold one in the city of Bharic with all the twisting labyrinths of houses and storehouses that fit into the tight streets with almost no turn that leads anywhere but the center of the city. A city hall entangled within all of the Warehouses. The whispers of thugs and false Prognosticators have poisoned the minds of those who walk the streets through all corners. The Monstrous Enunciation of chants and unknown words that cloud the winding corridors with doubt and treason. Aldic wandered the streets with his left hand on his hilt on the right side of him. The golden crest on the sword showed the northern emblem, key to understanding his heritage. A surprising change in what it truly is, Aldic was ready at a moment's notice to pull his Ghaldim, the strongest sword of the nor