The beautiful city of Hansberg stood before the party. Asmodeus sat on the edge of a wagon they'd haggled a ride with, watching the horizon as the towers and spires grew. "Pretty." What surprised him was that it resembled the Eastern European countries and Middle Eastern buildings he saw in his past life.
The rounded and curved architecture carried a beautiful sight, along with the vibrant and beautiful colours of each tower, building and wall.
"It looks magical." Nerim sat beside him, with Vivi sleeping on her thighs. She looked up at Asmodeus, who watched the city and smiled.
Although it wasn't her first time here, she enjoyed his reaction.
On the other side of the vast city, where all the small fields and farms combined, a vast golden sea of sand spread as far as the eye could see. It was the last Western city before entering the territory of the Desert Folk.
"Are you happy to be close to home, Zahir?" Thorim asked while eating some dried fruits.
