[center][url=http://vocaroo.com/i/s1rg2M0HGZG3][h1][color=fff200][u][b]Vaald [/b][/u][/color][/h1][color=fff200]The City Capital of Delad[/color][/url] [i]He had heard of it's grandeur, how the opulence of some of it's Guild Halls have inspired poems and romance novels set in them. How it's sleepless nights are filled with the shuffling of busy feet still roaming in some streets. How it's people are as varied as they come, where races that were once bitter enemies could turn their swords into plowshares.[/i][/center] Case in point, as he secretly watched as a grey skinned man with porcine features put his plump arms around a fair young thing underneath the balcony where he stood. The lithe fey, pupiless eyes aglow with an inner radiance, stood on her toes to match his height. Embraced, pressing tusk against tender lips. "Can you be my wife?" Shortly after they parted their face, the woman's face turned flush with red - deeper than that of a summer rose. She replied a whisper into his ear, and soon found herself spun around in joy. Even singing could be heard, somewhere in the distance moments before... [b][color=ec008c]"I didn't know you were into that kind of thing~"[/color][/b] A loud voice suddenly crept up from beside their silent observer, startling him for a second. The larger human man loosened his grip on the railing, then slid off his robe's cowl and looked at her with a flat expression, letting out the extra gasp of air as he shook his head irritably. [i]No, he was [b]NOT[/b] into that kind of thing.[/i] They stared at each other for a moment, awkward silence between them as he idly scratched his stubbled chin. Though in time, unable to bear the silence anymore, he pointed a gloved finger at the parchment she held, then shrugged his shoulders almost as if to ask how things were. [color=ec008c][b]"Oh!"[/b][/color] It was her turn to fluster now, quickly tucking a stray golden lock of hair behind her pointed ear after she pushed up her glasses. [b][color=ec008c]"We have had two cases today, both going through counseling with Iluia right now. These are their details"[/color][/b] She briskly pushed a parchment into his hands, to which he immediately engrossed in. [color=ec008c]"It's not looking good, is it?"[/color] ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ In the townsquare where the underalleys would eventually lead to, where folks were busy setting up the many tiny little stalls that would fill the streets with scent and sounds come festivites. A group of people wearing white, pristine robes gathered around a few tables borrowed from the nearby tavern. Two, the more figurely attractive ones of the lot of them, were holding boards with large [url=http://t00.deviantart.net/u5ElYdbUO2OCUnIQRfPTPmTXvtQ=/300x200/filters:fixed_height(100,100):origin()/pre05/20fe/th/pre/i/2010/216/b/6/protect_magic_circle___type_8_by_dazuma.jpg]symbols[/url] and letters painted on them, standing where the traffic was most bustling. The sentences: [u][b]-Life is precious.-[/b][/u], [u][b][b]-We help the Mooncursed.-[/b][/b][/u] and [u][b]-Speak with us, we can help you.-[/b][/u]. While the rest fussed and poured over documents on the table, planning something. It would have been too hard to bring themselves to do too, bearing just the social awkwardness in such public space, had they not worn featureless masks to hide their identity or constantly reminded themselves that they were here for a noble cause. At least the guards left them alone. Many, however, averted their gaze, some purposely avoided them while hushed whispers were thrown about amongst the crowd. And some, stood at the far edge, ...looking on at these strange people with a sort of nervousness that lies between want and fear.