It was evening, the sky turning a dusky blue and orange as Sanabael exited the city, approaching the Westwatch Tower. Of course she knew it existed, but she had never realized it had connections to the Night Eyes until now; cryptically as usual, she had been tasked via anonymous letter to go there.
She had no idea why she was supposed to go to the tower, but she supposed she would figure it out soon enough. Being a pawn for the gang was getting to be more annoying than she had originally thought it would be, though.
Ahead, the tower rose, a silent black silhouette against the horizon and the orange glow of the sinking sun behind it.