Even at nine in the evening, when most city residents have already turned off their lights and gone to sleep, the area around the Holy Arrival Hall remains brightly lit.
Shattered lights sway back and forth against glass goblets and silver mirrors, reflecting vivid, mesmerizing glimmers.
Beneath the fluorescent street lamps encircling the plaza, one can always see citizens clambering onto carriages or riding away on horseback.
But mostly, they simply head to nearby cheap inns for some sleep, planning to return home in the morning.
Because the unlit areas of Joan of Arc Castle are considered curfew zones, patrolled by Night Watchers.
However, Horn knows Moroka is eager to get home, so he lends him his pass and carriage.
As for Horn himself, he simply finds a small inn to get some sleep.
Leaving Hajji Migo Restaurant, Moroka still carries a package of blueberry mung bean cakes.
