It was another continent, and the city of a god, but it was still just a city. People were people, no matter where one went. The artistic styles of the buildings and paved roads were different from what Zach and the others were used to in the Empire. But the hustle and bustle of people going about their business, running errands, or staring at them was something they were more than used to.
Still, they looked around with wide and curious eyes as Vera led them to the center of the city. A little before they arrived, they passed an invisible line in the city that separated the public space from the innermost holy area of the Order of Friebel.
It was a large, round area milling with people wearing Friebel's colors, just more stained by soot and ash than Vera's entourage. Like ants, they worked diligently, lugging supplies, materials, tools, armors, and weapons. Hammers hitting metal rang constantly. Bellows and furnaces filled the air with the smell of smoke and fire.
