Late into an Orenian evening, with a grayed smog periodically clouding the moon, Anduin's figure leaned against the balcony that overlooked Pompourelia Street. Silence lingered over the straightened, orderly street save for a soft crinkling of parchment. Within Anduin's loose hold was an article titled Virtue and Vice.
He had already read over the missive, though he now engrossed himself with reflection. Yet, he wouldn't dare announce his thoughts to the barren alley in the Orenian Capital. There was nobody to hear them, after all.
The 'ame raised the cracking clay mug at his si