<span style="color: #FF80FF">The sun had been up for nearly an hour, this meant that most people were either just getting up or already bustling in the towns and villages. Many markets were opening to sell products from all corners of Sverth, as well as carrying the scent of fresh baking, roasted meat, and crushed berries. Soon the streets would be filled and the town would come alive with the sounds of booted feet, hooves, scales, and other things not often found elsewhere. <br/><br/>Simon was among the early risers. He had woken with the sun and had woven his way through the streets until he had reached the edge of the forest. Thick grass met his hooves as he followed a small trail deeper into the wooded area. Every morning was the same; getting up before the crowds before finding a quiet place to relax. The satyr took a deep breath of the scent of wild plants and earth, it was times like this when he felt completely separated from the world but these times always came to a close. Before long, Simon was making his way back into town, nodding to a few merchants as they set up their stalls. <br/><br/>He found his way to a small cafe style building where he got his usual grass-root tea and settled into a chair in the far corner. It was going to be another long day. </span>