Chapter 22.1

The morning after the encounter with the Void Scythe, Soren was certainly feeling the lack of sleep as he'd gotten himself in order. The alcohol had made it easier to get to sleep sure, but his mind being stuck on the events of the night prior meant he was hardly able to rest too deeply.

The fact there were clearly sketchier goings on behind the scenes of even a festival like this was all too hard to keep out of mind. But it also almost had to be pushed out all the same.

He was a foreigner here, a Freelancer from afar here for a job, not to dig his nose into the business of the shadier side of the government's affairs, no matter how much it didn't sit right with him.

Not that the mood wasn't written all over his face as he, Syr, and Yae made their way through the crowded streets.

“So, where are we headed now?” Yae posed the question, Syr humming as she scrolled her thumb across her Deck.