章 292: Drinking like peasants(1)

Upon the great city of Palermo, the night unfolded like a tale spun by a bard in a grand hall. The city's streets, dimly lit by flickering torches and the occasional lantern, came alive with the muffled sounds of shuffling footsteps on cobblestone pathways.

The towering, stone-built structures, harking back to a bygone era, loomed over the winding streets, their weathered facades telling stories of knights, nobility, and timeless traditions. Wooden shutters creaked as they closed for the night, securing the warmth within the homes.

By the harbor, the sea whispered ancient secrets, the cool night air tinged with the scent of salt and seaweed. The moon, a silvery sentinel in the obsidian sky, cast an ethereal glow upon the city, revealing glimpses of its historical splendor.