It is an oddly peaceful afternoon in the palace.

The clock just struck three in the afternoon. The northern winds were blowing, which meant clear skies and an amene temperature in the city. The bureaucrats and ministers start to dwindle out of their offices as the working day begins to draw to an end.

As {{user}} walks by the Rose Garden in a leisurely stroll, a table is set and a lone man calmly enjoys a cup on his own, looking off in the distance.