Unearthing Truths and Useful Contingencies

Marnthe placed the trash bag into the bin. It was a good excuse to stay outside the restaurant bar for more than two minutes.

He walked away from the bins and headed down a path that led back to the restaurant bar, smiling at the cold wind brushing his skin and whipping his hair away from his face. The sound of the waves crashing against the sand a short distance away echoed in the dark silence.

That part of the island generally didn't have much activity after sunset. It had lights to guide people's way, but the only lively establishment left open was the restaurant bar. It was the complete opposite of what the street looked like during the Crescent Moon Festival.

Marnthe sighed. He cast his eyes on the road as he walked to the restaurant bar.