C151 ASHENREACH DOES NOT SLEEP

Ashenreach never completely slept.

Even as the lanterns dimmed and the market stalls closed their shutters, the city breathed. Footsteps echoed in tight passageways. Doors opened and shut without announcement. Somewhere, a lute played a tune that had no beginning and no end, as if it had always been there and always would be.

Elara felt it the moment she crossed the threshold