The sun has not yet risen, but the crescent moon, wrapped in sparse stars, hangs halfway.
Under the moonlight, the black and red paving stones of the Commerce Street echo with the sound of vampires ending their nocturnal activities.
As if intending to deliberately wake the merchants from their sweet dreams.
Beside the ten-meter-wide street, there are either square sandstone houses or Gothic buildings with pointed towers.
Despite the vampires' efforts, they are still tired from a night of activities, thus making little noise.
At the street corner, outside a house with iron fencing, there is a commotion that clashes with the surroundings.
"Danio! You human liar! Get out here!"
Outside the inn, the vampire boat material merchant Acrius shattered the morning calm with his roar.
"Danio, you have the skill to deceive but not to admit, is that it? My boat is here, and the docking fee is no small amount, are you trying to shirk the bill?
