The search for answers
It isn't any later than midday. The sky is of pure blue, no clouds in sight, and the sun beams down on the grey streets of Andala like a hundred fires burning on the day of King Drohid VI's Birthday.
Above the streets, gazing down on the inhabitants of Andala sits a shadow indistinguishable in broad daylight. It just sits there, still as a rock and people pass it by without a second glance. The guards of Andala who patrol the streets every day don't even give the shadow a second thought. Amongst the streets, a couple of peasants look up at the shadow.
"Huo li gertha shuin hala (Translated: Huo, what does that look like to you)?"
In the time it took for the peasant to look at her friend, and find the shadow again, it was gone.
Above the streets, gazing down on the inhabitants of Andala sits a shadow indistinguishable in broad daylight. It just sits there, still as a rock and people pass it by without a second glance. The guards of Andala who patrol the streets every day don't even give the shadow a second thought. Amongst the streets, a couple of peasants look up at the shadow.
"Huo li gertha shuin hala (Translated: Huo, what does that look like to you)?"
In the time it took for the peasant to look at her friend, and find the shadow again, it was gone.