The territory of the Steelhound was known as Chainedvale. It is a very…unique name that the first patriarch of the Steelhound family decided on.
Alex reached Chainedvale by afternoon, aided by the lack of monsters along the route and the leniency at the checkpoints. With two major approvals in hand, he passed through without a thorough inspection.
One from the Academy and the second from the Steelhound.
The town was quite…dull in a sense. Most of the buildings were painted in red and black, and there weren't any overly populated markets here, like the ones back in Dunvale.
There were very few people around and more than the civilians; one could find the soldiers, wearing the crest of a hound, roaming around; cautiously, they patrolled, and once Alex's carriage passed by, they never missed sending a glare at him.
Alex rolled his eyes; they seemed edgy.