Urquhart, Vine Square, evening [OTA/MW]
It had been a wonderful day, and Urquhart was sitting outside on Vine Square, watching the sun set over the the rooftops, and between the twigs and branches of the trees. The sunset today was a lovely, bloody orange, and the wine in his glass was a lovely dark red.
And there was more of it in a bottle beside the low wall he was sitting on. There might even have been another glass to share with a friendly passer-by.