A strapping man in all black attire seems to be enjoying himself on a lovely stroll in the evening air. Amber Fest is active, the area decorated in unnatural yellow and orange hues to celebrate the coming of autumn.

“Ah… such dandy traditions the common folk manage to maintain.” The nightwalker reminisces. “How many years ago was my first attendance of such a holiday? Five hundred? No, more? Hmn… I’ll have to recall some other time.”