"Didn't think there was a city this big on our way to the World Guild," Noah remarked.
A couple days after the trials of the ghost town, the party found themselves in a lavish city that didn't seem to slow down at all even beneath the curtain of dusk. In fact, it seemed the streets were livelier than Tiras even at its peak, with performers juggling blades and breathing fire.
"Hah! Look at that!" Astrid pointed out in awe.
In front of the ivory fountain at the city's center, a tamer guided what looked like a lizard multiple times the size of the performer, having it catch apples in the air with finesse.
"A minor dragon?!" Redrum remarked in disbelief, slightly on guard with his arms raised as if ready to defend himself.
"Woah, what's with that reaction? It looks like it's just a pet," Noah laughed it off.
The orc calmed down, "In my homeland, minor dragons are quite vicious creatures…Their primary meal of choice is goblins."
