Looking at Walchelin, I'm astonished by what I see. High stone walls run in the distance, numerous two story red and white houses are within the city.
The city was split into three parts, a huge gothic building sitting on the right, and a giant lake rests on the left. In the middle, far back was a bridge ascending up a castle made into the mountain that also followed the gothic style. Seeing the architecture here reminded me of the buildings found in my last world.
As he pulls the carriage, the driver hurries down from the seat and holds the door open for me to get out.
"Here we are Lord High Inquisitor, at your destination sir." I step out, not answering him because I was dazed at the sheer size of this city.
It was easily three times as big as our capital but ours was more serene and beautiful.
At the gate there are guards in full plate armor with spears, who I show my papers to and state I'm an Academy attendee.
