After departing from the Bloodfallen Palace, Veronica, myself, and Natasha, accompanied by a contingent of guards from our own household, made our way to the bustling market square.
The scene that greeted us was a vibrant tapestry of diversity, with elves, demi-humans, and even beastmen all going about their business. It was clear that Estradel was a bastion of multiculturalism.
The shops that surrounded us were a thing of beauty, evocative of the classic architecture of Old England. The market was clearly a hub of affluence, as evidenced by the immaculate attire of its patrons.
In the heart of the square stood a grand edifice, known as the Alzerian Guild's Estradel Branch.
"Ah, the Alzerian Guild," I mused.
