A Nation’s Farewell

The dawn of departure arrived with the scent of fresh morning air and the distant hum of preparation echoing through the streets of Nateron. The city, ever resilient, had transformed overnight—adorned with banners, flowers, and symbols of unity that waved gently in the wind. Stalls that once sold goods now bore simple gifts for the travellers, and woven garlands of Virencian and Nateronian colours hung from windows alike.

The people gathered in clusters, speaking in hushed yet eager voices. Some watched with solemn expressions, others with subdued curiosity. Despite lingering sentiments of distrust, a few still showed respect for the occasion. It wasn't every day that an entire foreign delegation departed peacefully, not after what had transpired within these walls. And yet, here they were. The past had been acknowledged. Now, the future had to be faced.