Gala (1)

It was a slow evening of winter in Gala. The sun had set, but the afterglow still remains, painting a clumsy canvas on the horizon. Tall buildings stood all around the warp gate where Wrik and others finally appeared. They took their time in the sanctuary and among the last of people that left. They even had to ask the trial manager for an exemption for a few days. Davin took much more time to recover than they have assumed.

"Finally," Anton said, gazing all over the limelight lit buildings. 

All around the huge city surrounded a great wall. Buildings clustered together as if they were afraid to let go. White, red, grey, all kinds of stones plastered in white, as they have seen in the trial sanctuary. But the sanctuary had free space in between the white plastered buildings, but it's all cramped here.