Kyle climbed up the relatively steep road and approached the gate.
"What is your business in Starkhold?" one of the guards asked as he approached Kyle.
"I want to join the Fighter Guild," Kyle answered.
"Central plaza, near the left," the guard said. "Welcome to Starkhold."
"Thank you," Kyle answered.
These kinds of checks happened in nearly every city.
Of course, someone who wanted to do something horrible to Starkhold wouldn't state their intentions at the gate, but that was not the point.
The point was to let the citizens feel safer.
Additionally, when some scoundrel talked to a guard for a moment, they wouldn't feel as comfortable anymore. After all, they had a conversation with a guard, and that guard might remember them.
Kyle entered the city and looked around.
'Feels like this city comes straight out of some medieval movie or something,' he thought as he saw the peasants selling their wares in stalls.
