"Isn't this the People's Public Market?" Markolin asked. It was past noon when they arrived in the plaza. The place was packed with people, vendors and buyers alike. It took them almost 10 hours to travel here since they had to stop several times on the road from the heat.
Nikolai bobbed his head, "We're in the Mitskapalazah. If I'm not mistaken, it's two or three towns away from Windamere."
They scurried through the road and led their horses, avoiding people. Their outfits were enough to take everyone's attention, jewels embroidered in Vysela's dress, exquisite cuts of coat worn by Markolin and Nikolai. If people including the lower classes had familiarized the noble families of the country, it wouldn't take a second to guess that these people walking with them were already the royal children.
"We need to change our outfits," Vysela tugged the hem of Nikolai's coat.
