"Next!" Hearing the shouts of the leader of the guards, our entire group slowly moved forward. In the end, crossing the border wasn't as effortless and quick an endeavor as I hoped it would. While I crossed a few borders in my life before the apocalypse when my parents used to take me for trips to a bit hotter nations, I didn't expect that in this clearly medieval setting of this world, the problem of border queues would also appear.
Yet, to my unpleasant surprise, the border wasn't filled with queues. It was fucking swarmed with people trying to get on the other side, no matter which side they were starting with. Given how there was only one huge gate that allowed one to pass through an impressive set of walls akin to the legendary Hadrian wall from the earth, the entire logistic operated on the pendulum principle, with one group having to pass through the gates to the south before another one would be allowed to travel to the north.
