The Streets and Connecting Alleyways

Tyrus was present at the parade, he needed to get out of the house and stop wallowing in disappointment. He would see a few familiar faces while out but would just wave to them, he didn't wish to talk unless someone approached him first.

As the Dawn Riders parade through the city streets, citizens emerge from their homes to observe their passing. For one thing, it isn’t too terribly often that armored columns proceed down the street. And even rarer than that is the sight of Isran soldiers returning victorious after a battle abroad. This is, in fact, the first major occasion.

And a cause for celebration! As the Dawn Riders troop past, somewhat weary, somewhat worn, the cheers of the crowd follow. The relative black-and-white nature of the engagement against the undead threat in Aedean unites small pockets of generally independently thinking citizens together.

Clapping, cheering, and the throwing of merchandise follows the Dawn Riders on their journey toward The Citadel. One merchant throws laurels, providing literal laurels of victory to accompany the metaphorical ones. A baker throws croissants into the formation like discs, hoping that they will be caught with the hands and eaten, rather than caught under the feet and cause a disturbance.

Regardless, one individual detaches themselves from the crowd and bluntly approaches Liz at head of the formation, their white scarf identifying them as a junior Sun Marshal. After performing a casual salute, the Marshal offers a sealed envelope to Liz, and, after it is accepted, fades back out into the crowd.

The envelope is generally unremarkable, the only distinguishing feature being the red wax seal stamped with Isra’s sun insignia.