It’s dark in the city tonight. The clouds hang heavy over Sanctuary, and the thick scent of rain is in the air.
The ragged old markets of the Wideway have few customers at this hour, though pickpocket hopefuls still linger at the edges of things. There’s a parade of some sort in Vashanka’s square tonight, but the Rankan’s are always parading over some war victory or other. It doesn’t make any difference to you or the hundreds like you, crouched in the wet and the dark.
Your companions ready themselves quietly, it’s almost time. You’ve got a job tonight and if all goes well that means food and lodging for another day. You tilt your head up to the sky and breathe deeply.