Milos exited the train with the craftsmen, Robert, on the other hand, stayed to enjoy the magnificence of the train.
When Milos looked around Dorsen, he could not believe his eyes. It had been just a few years since he left, but the village he once knew had changed so much.
In the past, you could look around and see far away, but now your sight would be blocked by the high walls.
In the past, there were so few people passing through that it was like a big family who knew what everyone was doing, but now there was a densely packed amount of people. Milos could not recognize most of the faces present.
There were now many shops as far as he could see, many new houses, and the roads made of stone were clean. He could no longer see where the farming areas were under all the new things.
'I wonder if I could still find home.'
Milos started walking through the city. Milos walked without a clear direction, letting his feet carry him where they would.
