Mornings in the streets of Rindell were always like this.
Overcrowded, jam-packed, and filled with people on their way to work and other various destinations.
As Maxwell relaxed in the passenger seat of the carriage, he gazed outside the window, observing the moving world.
The majority of passersby moving along the cobblestone streets weren't even trekking people.
They were carriages. Mostly fanciful, royally adorned carriages.
Was this High-Ball really that big of an event?
Maxwell had asked Olive earlier. And she'd courtly replied to him that the advancement of a noble heir to the 5th-circle was a matter that attracted the attention — both good and bad — of all figures in Jalozi.
But, of course, this was just the surface story. The main reason why all these exalted figures were showing up was that this was the first Grand Ball in ages. The last time a Ball this large had been hosted was during Emperor Kelmont's ascension to the throne of an Emperor.
