Ezio1-3

The late afternoon/early evening sun over the Boiling Isles hung lazily, casting long shadows over the multiple biomes of the strange and demonic lands. Many demons were out and about, enjoying the time between day and night. Some were out to gather food for their families, some ventured with friends to destinations of enjoyment, and some snuck off with lovers for moments of soft comfort. Shops were closing, the demons operating them preparing to return home to family and loved ones, and shops were opening for their busy nighttime activities. Among them, the Bonesborough street market was in a state of flux. Stalls closed and opened at about the same time, friends and rivals bidding each other “good night” and promising to meet “same time tomorrow”. Within the many stalls that were opening, one small one was closing, a silver-haired with and her young protege packing away many small knick-knacks and doo-dads as well as placing protective spells on larger items to keep them from being