By noon the next day, long after Amhain and Barrafin took their leave and returned to their hefty and anxiety inducing responsibilities, they once again found themselves atop the city's northern walls, only now in the terrifying and prestigious company of Tessiphina, Avestan, Archon, and of course Hamilcar himself, who alone sat with his usual stern and cold expression on his face, with his eyes calmly closed; as all the rest of them stood at attention at the head of a large crowd, that had already formed hours before on the northern banks of the city's battlements.
A mass of humans better described as a deluge of excitement, expectation and curiosity that spilled it's excess of anticipating people deep into the awaiting city's many tight alleyways and vast streets, that were crowded to the brim with loud hawking merchants and a wide plethora of carnival performers capturing the attention and wonder of the surrounding masses.
