Time Moves On
Night
After a day of work, night has taken the city of Andorre. You stand at the windows, looking outside. Red lanterns illuminate the streets, while the low hum of distant chatter echoes. The workday is over, and you could do just about anything at this point. Visit the slums. Pay heed to the local church. Or swing by the local tavern and get a drink or two to keep the noises and whatnot down.
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