Dalmascan Night 2 Link

Where Night 1 is a polite invitation—soft lanterns, low music from courtyards, polite farewells—Night 2 arrives with resolve. It is the hour when the market’s last fishmonger stows his crates and a different economy wakes: a trade of rumor, favors, and careful glances. It is when the palette of the city shifts from warm ochres to indigo and obsidian, and sounds overtake sights: the distant clink of a glass, the whispered cadence of a confession, the hollow knock of boots in a narrow lane.