I woke up in the afternoon of the next day when I heard the bells strike noon. My bed was drenched in sweat and my skin was sticky from the exertion. I got up and stretched, feeling slightly better from the day before. The room seemed brighter, the colors more vivid to me. I figured the near death experience gave me a new perspective of color and appreciation for the smaller things or something. I still had time to get a few customers in before the evening started, so I put on my simple purple dress and headed out after braiding my hair and doing a quick eyeshadow.
The streets were more full than yesterday, the wolves agitated over something. “Did you hear about the banquet for the prince?” I heard as I lead a patron around a corner to work out of sight. “There is supposed to be entertain
