Arrival at Vakront
They arrived at Vakront within five days, at the early break of dawn. It was rather a littoral land, surrounded by waters. Eradan saw black smokes soaring to the heavens as at the moment, the area seemed to be unusually crowded. Their carriage only rode few more distance, through the bustling crowd, before it finally halted. People paving way just as they noticed the snowflake symbol embroidered atop the carriage. It was clear that it was of the Vellin Domicile.
With the last buck from the carriage, Eradan stepped out their carriage.
The foul smell as though of staled fish and molded furs welcomed him. It brought a nauseous feeling as it tickled Eradan's scalp, Thus, it was only natural for him to quickly cover his nose with a frown. He thought, scanning around, after recovering from the sudden dizziness—What the Fuck?! Has it really been that long this villagers took their bath? —
"Heavens...", A partisan pinched the bridge of his nose.