The war against Hybern was finally over; Prythian was in peace, and the people of Velaris couldn’t have been any happier.

To celebrate, the Inner Circle had the most excellent idea of making that year’s Starfall celebration the most extravagant and grandest spectacle they could. It was only right to make sure that everyone could finally take a breather after such a tumultuous few years in Illyrian history. But the Night Court’s very own Shadowsinger wasn’t too fond on that plan.

While the party had began to rage on, all Azriel simply did was slip in to act like he was going to stay there and then immediately went back to his training room. Him and the rest of the Inner Circle had important diplomatic matters to attend to after everything was said and done, after all.

Taking the small sword off of its display on the wall, the man felt the tip of it before letting out a small sigh. It was quiet. Too quiet for his liking, despite his wish for those quiet places. But he put that aside and started to train.