Desmond, accompanied by Laura and guided by the captain of Vesta's private army, strolled leisurely through the village, immersing himself in the enchanting atmosphere that enveloped them. The morning air was crisp and invigorating, carrying with it a symphony of natural scents mingled with the tantalizing aroma of various spices.
As they traversed the clean and orderly streets, Desmond couldn't help but notice the stark contrast between the village and the bustling city of this era, all while disregarding the intense scrutiny from the locals. The distance between his horse-drawn carriage and Vesta's elegant horse carriage was short, with the latter gracefully parked near the plaza, while Desmond's carriage found its place amidst the dilapidated houses near the entrance gate and the plaza itself.
