[Realm: Álfheimr]
[Location: Rumpelstadt]
It was a strange kind of light that touched Rumpelstadt—thin and seemingly uncertain, like the sun wasn't quite convinced it should be shining here. The drizzle had stopped, leaving only the shimmer of moisture on the streets. Damp wood and metal scents mingled with the smell of burned oil lamps.
Dante stood at the edge of the square, his figure still.
Rumpelstadt seemed more alive, but barely. A handful of people were stepping out from their homes, brushing off rain from cloaks and hats, moving like ghosts through the streets. But what caught Dante's attention wasn't the civilians—it was the group of four Retorta Guild members pacing through the square. Their uniforms were unmistakable. Each one carried a stack of papers, pinning them to walls, boards, even to the sides of abandoned carriages.
He didn't need to get closer to know what those papers were.
