Kiyo looked over the people in Divinity’s Reach in the early morning. He already went to pray to Lyss, the goddess of chaos, deception, and everything else a thief and assassin would hope for. It was the god of his great great grandfather who first traveled the Eternal Sea to Tyria, and it was remained a family tradition.
Few others prayed to the gods in the early morning. Grenth’s shrine was dead. Balthazar commanded no great army or worship. Even Lyssa was really only one follower, only one man prostrated in front of her asking for the strength to see through the day. There were priests, of course, but they were bored, forced to be there to tend to the few who actually came in.
The great garden was no better. Those who were meeting for secret dalliances were already gone. By now, Kiyo figured, they were sneaking out of houses they didn’t belong in, trying to get back into beds they were expected to attend. Or kids were attempting to avoid the fate of angered parents, giving one last kiss, one last carefree romp.
All the better, though. It was peaceful in the morning in Divinity’s Reach on Sunday, when no one had to go anywhere, with the centaurs pushed back, with the children safe. There was no threat being hurried to through the Ebonhawke gate. No soldiers coming through without limbs because of charr invasions.
The bell rang, a deep echo throughout the garden. There was more news from the front lines, and as much as Kiyo appreciated the quiet, he would have to go to Lion’s Arch. Despite everything happening to Lion’s Arch, quiet was not a way to describe it. Off Kiyo went to begin his day.
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