David and Sir Richard trotted their horses through the grand archway that marked the entrance to Lysora County. The golden glow of the setting sun bathed everything in a warm, amber light, making the county's famed coastline shimmer like a sea of molten gold. The breeze carried the scent of salt and blooming wildflowers, a combination so rich it felt like a whisper of luxury upon the senses.
The main road was paved with smooth cobblestones, worn with the passage of countless travellers over centuries, their silvery surface catching the light like scattered stars. Lining the road, towering palm trees swayed gently, their fronds rustling in a rhythmic dance. Their tall, slender forms cast elongated shadows that played upon the white stone facades of the buildings.