Mornings in Stoneheart City, besides the fresh air, featured rows upon rows of merchant caravans, quite a sight to behold.
Over time, under the meticulous development by various merchants, the outer city's districts and roads became more and more numerous.
Main streets and alleyways, exotic beasts and carriages, slaves and vendors, coming and going, gave the city more of an atmosphere of daily life.
"Let's go, time to set off!"
Orion knew very well that the current Stoneheart City definitely couldn't be considered a golden age.
At most, it could only be described as thriving.
Orion leaped up onto Thunderhawk Rayden's back.
Rayden, this fellow, seemed to have recently become a father, having conquered several female thunderhawks and produced a good nest of little thunderhawks.
"Master, when His Highness the Prince grows a bit older, let him sign a contract with my offspring."
"We'll talk about it when the time comes. It depends on Pallas's own attitude."
