210 A Change for the Worse

The Ninth Valley's capital was large enough that it took them several hours to pass through it, and as they navigated the city's many traffic-filled streets, Arran found himself amazed at the sights.

He had thought he knew what cities were like, but this one was something different altogether. The many stores, inns, and taverns that would form the city center in other places stretched on endlessly here, street after street filled with traffic and commerce.

In just a few hours, they came across dozens of shops that sold magical items, including more than a few whose signs indicated that they sold enchanted armor and weapons.

Arran quickly decided that if he had the chance, he would return to find himself a proper set of armor. Although his body was tough enough to withstand most attacks without so much as a scratch, more protection couldn't hurt — especially if he had to face tougher enemies.