Royal City.
Kagash.
Walking through the city, Aaron curiously looked around.
Even as the capital of a kingdom, the chaos of the streets couldn't be avoided, with piles of garbage and cow and horse feces on the side of the road emitting a foul smell.
The streets were bustling with bare-chested laborers and cart vendors selling fruits and vegetables.
There were also stall owners selling various grilled dishes and snacks, wearing greasy aprons on the side of the road.
There were small merchants selling ointments and various dubious potions along the street.
Not far away, a wooden fence encircled an area where people were strung up with hemp rope, and slave traders outside were loudly selling their wares or bargaining with customers.
Occasionally, a few heavily made-up women would walk past, the singers of nearby inns and taverns openly soliciting customers on the streets.
Aaron walked down a street and came to a huge square.