As Han Yu approached, he saw massive bone trophies hanging above the main gate. Skull fragments of spirit beasts. Claws the size of shields. Strange fangs. Each one was a story of survival and death.
Among all the towns he had passed on his way, this one felt different.
This was not a place people settled to live peacefully.
This was a place people came to gamble with their lives.
Han Yu pulled his horse to a stop at the gate. The guards examined him briefly, noted his travelling gear and lack of clan symbols, and let him pass without questioning.
He entered Harrow Edge Town and immediately felt the shift in atmosphere.
Tension with vigilance and opportunity with danger.
These were the emotions that hung in the air.
Han Yu smiled to himself.
"This place might be interesting."
