The air around the town was stiffening to say the least. The party had abandoned the main route of the town in favour of the less fortunate spaces they should have never been allowed to visit otherwise.
As Keito took in the air from this place, he could easily tell that it was not the clean and fresh air their kingdom was known for but the polluted fumes of diseases.
People watched them wearly, their eyes accusing and hard but no one made any effort to acknowledge them. Their fine clothes and clear exteriors made everyone aware that these people were different from them.
"It's really a sorry sight. I wonder how long this oppression has been going on for?" Keiot felt himself go green at the other's words.
The slum area was filled with people, almost to the point of toppling over. While the main streets romed almost empty of population, this area had a major infestation of the poor which broke the king's heart to see.
