The man led them through the city streets, walking at a pace that didn't draw attention but demanded respect.
People bowed their heads or moved aside when they saw him. It was clear he held power here. He didn't speak until they reached the building at the base of the tall tower.
It looked like a palace, though it lacked the gold and glitter of royal homes.
It was built from gray stone, large and firm, with tall doors and banners showing the city's sigil, a dragon wing and a sword crossed behind a mountain.
Which was very different compared to the modernized structures at Velcrest. But then everyone had different tastes.
Guards opened the doors as they approached. Inside, the place was quiet and clean. A few maids moved about, and armored men stood watch at every corner.
The man gave a simple order: the horses were to be taken care of and rooms prepared for the group. The maids nodded and moved quickly.
