They stepped deeper into the heart of Ironvale, along the wide stone road that split the city into two main sections. On the left and right stood rows of two-story houses, dark wooden walls mixed with obsidian panels that reflected the overcast light with a faint gleam like oil on water. Slanted roofs covered in black tiles still damp from morning dew occasionally dripped small beads of water that formed puddles on the stone sidewalks. The air here felt warmer than in Grayroot Valley not because of the sun, but from the hundreds of glowing forges and fireplaces in the small workshops, and the smoke rising continuously from food stalls.
