"Those bards are finally doing what they're being paid for." Vizlin muttered under his breath. A young woman threw him a dirty look as she passed by, but a young man took her hand and the look faded into happiness and excitement. Vizlin shook his head and turned away from the festivities. They would try to get him to dance if he wasn't too careful. No, Vizlin did not like to dance. Turning to the cliffs that made up the eastern edge of the Travel's End, he thought he saw some youngsters looking over the edge. "Bloody kids." Vizlin made his way to the cliff, but by the time he got there, the kids had run off to play somewhere else. "If only their parents knew how I'm doing their job for them" he mused.
Looking of the edge of the cliff silenced him though.
The ocean normally reflected the setting sun, but this evening seemed different. It was as if the reflection was being dimmed by some unseen force. Vizlin frowned, and shook his head. 
[i]Probably nothing.[/i] 
But he did not speak.