Zima's cities had high walls but no castles, with the various districts of each fortress separated by internal walls.
Countless small villages surrounded a city, but from so high in the sky all Lith could tell was that the further from the safety of the fortified walls a town was, the poorer its inhabitants were.
"How close are we to our target?" Zoreth asked. "I'd rather avoid human settlements. If someone recognizes me, we'll have the entire Zima Council on our heels. I have a terrible reputation here. Sadly, it's well-deserved."
"You've been to Zima?" Solus asked.
"I'm over a thousand years old, Solus." Zoreth said it like an admission of guilt. "There are few places I've not been. I would love to tell you I came here searching for a cure to my condition but it would be a lie.
"Back then, I was a bloodthirsty monster on the run. Those who chased after me had a very good reason for it and sometimes I wish I failed to shake them off."