The Red Light District was as alive as ever — bright lanterns cast a warm glow over the cobbled streets, the scent of grilled skewers and strong ale mingling in the air.
Even at this late hour, the place was bustling with activity.
There were adventurers celebrating their latest victories, merchants drinking away the stress of the day, and, of course, plenty of people looking for "company."
Zayn walked alongside Bran, hands in his pockets, breathing in the familiar chaos. "It's exactly how we left it."
Bran grinned. "Like it ever changes. Timberstead's true heart beats at night, my friend."
They passed by a familiar bar, one they had visited during their first time in the district.
And just as fate would have it, sitting outside at one of the wooden tables were two very familiar beastkin girls.
Liriel, golden-furred with equally golden eyes, perked up immediately upon spotting them.