As soon as they crossed the town's threshold, the three magi shivered.
There was evil in this place. It was breathing... quivering at the approach of newcomers. Yet, it didn't do anything beyond those excitable stirs.
"Well then, 'twas good makin' your acquaintance. Do pass by Anton's popina later. I'm sure you'll find the help yer looking for."
The old man obliviously continued his march, dragging his cart on Leagan's cobbled streets.
The reverberating creak of wooden wheels made them focus on the local buildings, which they found particularly unremarkable, if not a little old-fashioned. Stone houses, plain tile roofs, and neatly planned roadways—it lacked the bustling, chaotic charm of Mursa.
