The night had already fallen, and the entire King's Landing, except for a few all-night revelries and debauchery, was engulfed in silence due to the curfew.
Outside the city, the area reserved for the tournament grounds was still bustling with lights and noise.
Merchants were preparing goods for the upcoming days of the tournament and the influx of people, and the citizens venturing from the city and mixed in with petty thieves kept them up all night.
Lann looked down at this scene from a high window in the Tower of the Prime Minister.
He had already removed his high-level Bear School Armor and the two longswords from his back.
He was only wearing a tight-fitting black leather outfit and the hunting knife at his waist.
This gear was enough for Lann to take on ten in a fight against night wanderers. And against fully armed Goldcloaks?
Lann truly felt that these guys who moved according to patrol routes wouldn't notice his movements.
"Are you ready?"
