They left the tower without looking back.
Their fingers remained intertwined as they moved through the narrow streets, steps naturally falling into the same rhythm. The city felt different from above. Smaller. Quieter. Almost delicate in the way its lamps spilled light onto stone and shuttered windows.
It looked ordinary.
So ordinary it felt fragile.
A few figures passed at a distance. Lycans in civilian clothes. A pair of elves speaking in low voices. A human merchant locking his stall for the night. People finishing their days in a place that would soon become a battlefield.
Aubrelle walked close to him, half a step to his side, Pipin's quiet presence guiding her with the same certainty as always.
They stopped in front of a modest building tucked between two taller structures.
"This is it," she said softly.
Trafalgar looked up at the simple façade, then back at her.
"I didn't know you had bought a place here."
