Finn and Lord Camrys walked together through the streets of Aymar. Two royal guards accompanied them at a discreet distance that would let them “defend” Finn if necessary, but not so close as to interfere with Finn’s sense of privacy. Or that was the idea anyways, but Finn was keenly aware of the powerful Mages. The sun spilled over them like liquid gold. The sky was a peerless blue.

The white stone of Aymar’s streets was warm and inviting. It made Finn want to simply wander all day with no destination in mind. Aymar was in so many ways a dream.