Chapter 38

Primus Kelan and I take an imperial carriage to the city.

From there, we travel on foot. Just him and I, at last.

"Tell me, how did you come to know of this... festival of lights?" I ask.

He and I wander through the alleyways.

Gaggles of children swarm by, laughing, chasing one another.

"Before I was a Primus, a General, a Legatus," he begins solemnly. "I was a soldier like any other, and I have been posted at military compounds all throughout Urium, patrolling and dealing with border skirmishes. Many moons ago, I was stationed at a Vanguard garrison just east of Urla."

The currently vacant outpost.

"My squadron and I merely stumbled upon it on our way to an alehouse," he says. The edges of his face slightly softens at the recall. "After we drank, they sought out female championship. I left, and I found a garden bridge tucked away, with an outstanding view of the spectacle."