Today, the southern entrance to the fortified city of Woodrock City was silent. Guards were stationed on the walls, their body on full alert and the grips on their weapons tight.
Their posture was quite similar to that of a lizard breathing down their prey.
At the gates were several important figures, adorned in the best of the clothes they had. They were mainly from the classes of businessmen whose wealth was enough for them to buy a title. Mixed with them were a few nobles, their hereditary titles worn with pride on their sleeves and in their features.
All of them were waiting for the royal consort to appear.
They didn't let their guards accompany them. Guards were just that. Pay them a little and make them responsible for the security of your estate.
In other words they lacked the discipline of the military and were mainly local rogues.
Instead these nobles had the soldiers from the barracks position themselves on both sides of the gate, spears in front of them.
