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. And as a man completely exhumed from not one but two of his homelands, Lucien Vanserra seemed lost in the crowd.

His one good eye darted about the crowd, slowly slipping back to the corner, grabbing a drink. The man’s dark auburn hair messily fell in strands over his face, his equally dark and rich eyes falling closed as he sighed. He never liked parties; they were too loud. He was almost halfway committed to stepping out and leaving to go back home.