His mother, his woman - 2

He had been gone for some time, and during his absence, the backlog had become almost unbearable. The empire's economy had been in a state of flux, with traders coming in and out of the city more frequently than ever, eager to barter and sell in a place known for its wealth and opportunity.

The city was renowned for its guilds and associations—the headquarters of every major magical institution resided here, drawing in witches, wizards, and warriors alike. Among them were great spellsmiths, potion-brewers, and enchanting merchants, whose businesses contributed to the city's constant hum of activity.

In Scroartint, magic and commerce thrived in equal measure.

As the carriage turned down the noble district, where Pierre lived, the streets grew quieter, with grand houses standing tall and stately, their stone facades covered in fresh snow. It was a peaceful part of the city, a contrast to the bustling trade districts he had just left behind.