"Don't lose your shit when we are in the capital. Can you do that and follow my orders?" asked Gaya.
Davarius nodded his head. The two of them began to head toward the capital.
"What that bastard Booth was doing here?" Davarius growled.
"He could have sent his men to do all this. Why was he here?" Davarius pondered.
"Maybe he needed a win after what we did to the Golden Port," said Gaya.
Eventually, after almost two hours, they arrived at the capital of Northguard. The Capital was built amidst the gentle snows of a pristine tundra. It was truly an elegant wonder. Its grace was matched by the backdrop of modest hills, which had helped shape the city to flourish. The climate these hills brought were of great importance, but they were also influential when it came to architectural designs, as the vast majority of buildings have been built in shapes and with elements of the hills around them.
