Death Awaits Arthur
The capital of the dark lands. A place called Khazijar. Arthur did not know the reason behind the name but did not care either.
It looked like any other major city, with sturdy walls, many buildings, and a vivid atmosphere of people buying and selling goods.
"Look! I told you this place is awesome," Deulara said, looking at Arthur's face, which had no expression.
For him, it was just like any other city. "Let's go."
A line of people waited to enter the city. Those who went walking managed to get in faster, but the merchants had to have their merchandise checked by the guards, and if anything were wrong with it, they would meet in trouble.
Arthur was sure that most of these merchants carried illegal stuff with them, and the guards had a blind eye to it.
He and Deulara quickly entered Khazijar. The guards barely checked anything from them, so one could tell how lazy their work was.
"Can I stay with you until I am settled here? This place scares me," Deulara said.