Mokran at Night

In the market at the old site of Fickell Brotherhood, an old bard was singing with enthusiasm. "The disaster of Moklan, divine punishment is coming. The scarlet witch sings the dirge of the end of the world. Savior with scarlet eyes, where are you?" "You sing so well, Your Majesty the Bard." The girl in the cloak stared at the white-haired old bard with wide eyes. The man in the cloak next to him took out a silver coin and put it into the old man's bowl. "Let's go, witch" The man raised his head and glanced at the old man, then pulled the girl onto the horse. Speeding away. "Scarlet Eyes." The old man stood there for a long time.