The sunlight's brilliance cast upon the bluish-gray limestone wall, threw the scorching rays in through the open pointed arched windows, landing on the carpet adorned with a Western-styled green-backed scorpion-tailed lion ensemble.
With a gilded copper cup in hand, Monte Yac leaned against the wardrobe by the window, sipping gently at the wine within.
His attention wasn't devoted to the exquisite wine he held but rather was focused on the distant gate of Feiliu Castle.
There, indeed, was a light cavalry with red feathers riding briskly on a galloping horse, thundering down the street, toppling a vegetable vendor's cart, and narrowly avoiding knocking over a mother and child.
"How many golden lacquered Feathers of Kong letters is this now?"
Monte Yac turned around, behind him stood a Falan merchant who had placed a sun-shading straw hat on the walnut cabinet.
