A gentle mist settled against the cold cement and an occasional stray firefly illuminated surrounding fog with a dim glow. Tighnari caught the sound of footsteps clicking from behind him. It was Cyno. The night was late, and he hadn't expected to see Cyno at this time. Regardless, Cyno had a feeling he would find him here.

"Still up, I see."

The silver-haired man spoke, voice low and almost tired-sounding. He took a seat next to Tighnari, resting his arms on his knee.