The next day, dawn had just greeted the capital of the Helios Empire with a soft golden-orange light slowly creeping in from the eastern horizon. The first rays slipped through the wooden window gaps of The Dragon Inn, illuminating the rooms with a warmth that was still chilly. The morning air remained cool and damp, carrying the fresh scent of dew from the city gardens, wet leaves after last night's light rain, and the faint smell of toasted bread from the inn's busy kitchen. Morning birds chirped cheerfully on the stone rooftops, as if unaware of the great threat waiting in the east.
