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Chapter 7 - Kajban: First steps.

"once we have ventured to Kajban, what awaits us in?" questioned Herben, his voice a delicate blend of eagerness and humility.

In a serene and wise demeanor, Atlas replied, "In Kajban, we shall seek out a venerable master, skilled in the arts of nurturing young potential, and you shall find kindred spirits who share your flame ."

Herben paused, contemplating the grand possibilities, before delicately inquiring, "Does that imply that our paths diverge, and you'll no longer stand as my mentor, Atlas?"

A soft, reassuring laughter escaped Atlas's lips as he tenderly clarified, "Herben, my young companion, I am no master. I stand as your friend and guardian, for your mother's trust bequeathed me with the sacred duty of guiding your steps. So rest assure that we are on in fate"

Seeking comfort, Herben pressed further, "But you won't depart from my side, will you?"

With a resolute and gentle voice, Atlas reassured, "As fate may steer us on different courses, fret not, for as long as life courses through my veins, you shall find me steadfast by your side."

Though consoled, Herben couldn't quell a sense of unease, for Atlas was his beacon amid the vast sea of wonder and uncertainty.

As the resplendent city of Kajban came into view, its towering walls encircling a realm of endless marvels, the promise of adventure and new beginnings beckoned to herben, setting their hearts aglow with anticipation.

Upon the crest of the hill, Herben and Atlas gazed upon the breathtaking sight before them.

Vast and magnificent, the city of Kajban sprawled outward, encircled by a colossal wall that stretched from one side of the majestic mountain to the other. Proudly carved into the mountain's face were four awe-inspiring statues—two mighty and armoured men guarding the city, while on the opposing gates, two gallant horse riders stood in eternal watchfulness. Each preserving the memories of four who are far beyond our era.

At the heart of Kajban, alongside the revered mountain of Drakia, Herben beheld what he knew as "the Halls of men." Tales from his mother had woven the legendary image of this sacred place, where the high kings govern their realms with wisdom and grace.

With an insatiable curiosity, Herben inquired about the statues, seeking to unravel their stories. But wise and knowing, Atlas chose not to unveil the mystery, savoring the wonderment in Herben's eyes as he reveled in the ethereal sight.

As they approached the city, passing by fields and farms, the anticipation within Herben grew. He peppered Atlas with questions, his mind alive with excitement and trepidation. As the sun began its descent, they paused upon a lush hillside to rest and enjoy the last of their meal, their humble meal amidst the grandeur of the city view.

Amidst the hum of life in Kajban, Herben marveled at the sight of immense horses roaming free in vast herds, guided by heavily armored horse riders, who, with their flags sweeping in the wing and unwavering resolve, ensured peace and justice within the realm.

In the embrace of this extraordinary land, Herben could feel the heartbeat of nature, intertwined with the vibrant pulse of civilization. The very air seemed alive with magic and mystery, inviting him to embark on a journey that would forever shape his destiny.

As they pressed on, a well-trodden road unveiled itself, guiding them deeper into the heart of the wondrous city in the outskirts of kajban walls. The wide alleys widened, revealing an intricate tapestry of houses and structures, each one teeming with life and purpose. With every step, Herben's heart swelled with excitement, his eyes alight with wonder as he beheld the bustling panorama of Kajban.

Within this vibrant tapestry, a symphony of voices and activities intermingled, creating a harmonious rhythm that echoed through the streets. Merchants adorned with garments of diverse hues beckoned passersby, offering treasures from far-off lands.

The city thrummed with vitality and energy, like the very pulse of existence resided within its walls. Herben marveled at the intricate architecture and the intricate details etched into every building, a testament to the city's rich history and culture.

As they strolled deeper into the heart of Kajban, the sights and sounds enveloped Herben like a mesmerizing dream. His senses feasted on the colorful market stalls, where rare delicacies and wares from realms unseen tempted his senses. Amidst the crowd, street performers danced and sang, their joyful melodies adding to the city's enchantment. The tongue of the Folkman's could hardly be understood by Herben yet Atlas spoke as if never left the city.

Atlas observed Herben's fascination and decided to dress him in garments befitting their journey. Herben's reticence held him back from the array of clothing choices that lay before street merchants. Amidst the vibrant tapestry of fabrics, he hesitated, his uncertainty palpable. "It is fine," he murmured softly, "as much as I would love to spend time here, I would not want to put any burden on you, sir."

Atlas, his gaze fixed on the assortment of garments, understood Herben's hesitation. With a reassuring smile, he replied, "Then I shall choose one for you. Let's see." The cloths beckoned, a testament to the diversity of the realm. Each piece carried a unique essence, a story woven into its very fibers.

The variety was astonishing – from the gentle caress of silks that hailed from distant eastern shores, reminiscent of tranquil beaches and whispering waves, to the robust and hardy textiles originating from the northern ice lands, with threads as resilient as the spirit of those who dwelled there. The colors ranged from the soft pastels of blossoming flowers to the deep and regal hues of twilight skies.

Atlas carefully considered each option, his fingers brushing over the fabrics as if seeking a hidden connection. He knew that Herben's attire should reflect not only his individuality but also the grandeur of their destination – the illustrious city of Kajban. The decision was a significant one, as it would be a symbol of Herben's introduction to a new realm, a new chapter in his life.

After a moment of contemplation, Atlas's eyes settled on a tunic woven from a luxurious blend of silk and linen. Its color was a harmonious fusion of azure and emerald, reminiscent of the lush landscapes that thrived across the realm. Delicate embroidery adorned the neckline and hem, depicting intricate patterns of flora and fauna, a homage to the natural world that surrounded them.

With a sense of purpose, Atlas retrieved the chosen tunic and held it out before Herben. "This, my young friend, embodies the essence of our journey – a melding of lands, cultures, and experiences. May it serve as a reminder of the beauty that exists beyond our own village, and the endless possibilities that lie ahead."

At a street vendor's humble stall, they began a unfriendly bargain, to herben maybe many hours passed before the garments were acquired, fitting Herben like a prince of old.

The scent of sumptuous foods drifted through the air, and Herben's stomach responded with an eager growl. Atlas couldn't resist the infectious enthusiasm of his young companion and treated him to mouthwatering delicacies, each bite a revelation of flavors from realms beyond imagination.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, the city seemed to ignite with an ethereal glow, as if the day's end only ignited a new chapter of wonder and merriment. Kajban embraced the night with the same vivacity, and as the stars emerged above, the city's vibrant heartbeat endured, captivating Herben's soul like an everlasting enchantment.

As they ventured further into the heart of Kajban, the city revealed more of its nocturnal splendor. The fading light of the sun was replaced by the warm glow of candles, fires, and lamps that adorned every corner. The ever-vibrant marketplaces seemed to awaken with a renewed energy as savory aromas filled the air, luring visitors to indulge in a tantalizing feast of flavors.

Amidst this bustling metropolis, agile soldiers clad in light leather armor patrolled the city's streets and rooftops, keeping a vigilant watch over its inhabitants. Their presence brought an aura of safety to the nocturnal scene, allowing the citizens to carry on with their nightly routines without fear.

The food market, a riot of colors and scents, became even more animated as the stars appeared overhead. Smoke gracefully rose from the countless cooking fires, the dancing flames creating a mesmerizing spectacle. Herben's curiosity was piqued as he observed the lively dance of the vendors, each offering their own delightful specialties.

Unable to resist the tempting aroma, Herben and Atlas settled on a simple yet delectable meal of cooked liver with bread roasted over charcoal. The flavors exploded in Herben's mouth, a culinary symphony unlike anything he had experienced before. He savored every morsel, savoring the delightful surprise of each bite.

Despite his eagerness to explore more of the city, fatigue from days of travel and the sumptuous meal began to take its toll on Herben. He trudged along with his eyes half-closed, holding tightly to the hem of Atlas's garment for guidance.

As they walk, in the distance, a commotion arose, growing louder with every step. Herben's curiosity compelled him to open his eyes. The source of the commotion became evident as an illuminated arrow descended gracefully from the sky, marking a location where a scuffle had broken out.

"What is that? What's happening?" Herben inquired, his gaze fixed upon the slowly burning arrow that descended from the sky. Atlas, his demeanor composed, replied, "It is a mark, a signal. There is likely a conflict ahead, and soon this place will be graced by the presence of the Watchers."

"Watchers?" questioned Herben, curiosity lacing his words.

Atlas offered a patient explanation, "Yes, the Watchers. Recall the horseman we encountered outside the city walls, bearing his emblem? They are known as the Watchers – vigilant sentinels tasked with safeguarding the realm."

As the anticipation hung in the air, Herben scanned the surroundings, half-expecting to see a mounted figure emerging from the horizon. With a hint of concern, he voiced his thoughts, "But in this bustling city, wouldn't it be cumbersome for a horse?"

A knowing smile danced upon Atlas's lips as he unraveled the enigma, "Ah, but the Watchers shall not remain mounted. Clad in their resplendent armor, they will traverse the city streets, each carrying their distinctive emblem – a flag that serves as both a spear and a symbol of the king's dominion."

Herben absorbed the revelation, his understanding deepening with each word. The city's intricate tapestry was woven with layers of tradition and symbolism, where even a flag held the weight of sovereignty. "So, as long as those flags stand," Herben mused, "the king's rule shall endure."

Atlas nodded approvingly, impressed by Herben's keen perception. "Indeed, young one. The Watchers and their standards are the embodiment of the king's authority, a steadfast presence that upholds order and ensures the prosperity of Kajban."

As the arrow's last ember flickered and faded, and the sky regained its serene expanse, Herben's gaze lingered on the horizon. Drawn to the scene, Atlas continued to lead the way, their path guided by the noise. They stumbled upon two men engaged in a fight, surrounded by a raucous crowd eager for some entertainment. Laughter and betting filled the air, as some reveled in the spectacle of the brawlers' ignorance.

The clash of fists and tempers surged on, a tumultuous spectacle under the sky's fading hue. Yet, like an unforeseen tempest, the sudden arrival of four figures, draped in the shadows of obsidian-clad attire, swept onto the rooftops encircling the turbulent throng. Their presence was swift and imposing, their countenance an embodiment of authority that brought an abrupt halt to the turmoil.

Herben's eyes widened in awe and curiosity, and he inquired, "Who are they?"

Atlas's voice was measured as he unraveled the enigma, "Ah, Herben, they are known by many names. You see, within the realm of Watchers, there exists a diverse array. While some are resplendently armored, bearing the standard of the king, these men are distinct. Clad in nimble, lightweight armor, they are the epitome of agility and swiftness within the city's confines. They traverse rooftops with unmatched grace, their eyes missing no corner, no alley, no secret escape route. They know this city as they know themselves."

Herben's curiosity only deepened as he observed the prowess of the enigmatic figures. "More Watchers?" he mused, his smile broadening.

Indeed, the scene before them unfolded like a vivid tableau. One of the brawlers, cowed by the presence of the enigmatic Watchers, relinquished his defiance. He pointed an accusatory finger, his voice raised in protest, "It was him! He devoured my food and slipped away without paying a coin! He is the transgressor!"

In a final blaze of desperation, the other combatant launched a futile assault, his words an embittered cry, "Liar, foul southerner! Deceit flows through your veins!" Yet, the enigmatic figures moved with preternatural swiftness, quelling the tumultuous dispute. In mere moments, the unruly challenger lay unconscious, swiftly rendered to sleep.

Herben marveled at the efficiency and skill of these figures, their rapid movements a testament to a profound mastery of their craft. Two Watchers graced the ground, while their counterparts remained poised upon the rooftops, vigilantly surveying the scene. With an air of authority, one among them spoke, his words bearing the weight of wisdom and admonition. "Oh, inhabitants of Kajban, it is not within your best interest to foment anger and hostility within this land. Laughter and wagering upon the lives of your brethren does not befit this noble realm."

As Herben absorbed the wisdom imparted, his gaze remained fixated on the enigmatic Watchers. "Indeed, they are truly remarkable," he mused, a sense of reverence evident in his voice.

As the final echoes of the dispute gradually faded into the night's embrace, a towering figure, adorned in formidable armor, strode purposefully through the scene. The city's rhythms resumed, the Watchers returning to their vigilant watch, and life flowed anew within the ever-pulsating heart of Kajban.

As the night carried on, the city's vibrant pulse continued undisturbed. The incident, just a fleeting moment in the grand tapestry of Kajban's life, served as a captivating prologue to their first night within the city's embrace.

Finally, the wanderers found a humble room to rest their weary bodies. The sparse accommodation mattered little to them, as they sought only a place to lay their heads and embrace slumber's sweet reprieve. Herben surrendered to a deep and restful sleep, his dreams adorned with the memories of this fantastical night in a city that surpassed all his expectations.

As the first rays of sunlight kissed the city of Kajban, Atlas gently roused Herben from his slumber. Fresh cold water was brought to their room, filling the air with the invigorating scent of pureness. They washed their faces, preparing themselves for the adventures that awaited them. Breakfast was a feast of flatbread and soup, a delightful blend of mashed meat, beans, and grains that nourished their bodies and filled them with boundless energy. Drinks, infused with magical herbs, granted them vitality and vigor, preparing them for the day ahead.

Herben felt both satiated and fueled with excitement. Eager to seize the day, he was about to propose some activity when Atlas surprised him by swiftly packing their belongings. Today was the day they would meet the king, an opportunity that made Herben's heart race with anticipation. Unfamiliar with the power and majesty of a king, Herben envisioned engaging in long conversations and spending hours in the presence of the royal figure.

As they stepped out of their room, the city was still stirring awake. Shops were slowly opening their doors, and the aroma of freshly baked bread filled the streets. Restaurants were bustling with activity, concocting powerful breakfasts that promised to fortify and sustain the citizens throughout the day. The city seemed to breathe and pulsate with life, an ever-turning cycle of day and night.

Before their grand audience with the king, Atlas took Herben to a wondrous public bathhouse. It was a grand hall, resplendent with soothing music and enchanting poetry, where people bathed and cleansed their souls amidst an atmosphere of serenity and artistry. The bathhouse was a haven of warmth, with steam wafting through the air, reminiscent of the cosmos itself.

In the warm waters, Herben experienced a concoction of flower oils and revitalizing liquid products made from milk, dirt, and Kashtak flower extracts. The combination smelled divine and worked wonders, transforming even the dirtiest bodies into radiant beings. As they bathed, they listened to verses of love and self-discovery, a tapestry of emotions woven by the poets of Kajban. Their spirits were lifted, and they emerged from the bath feeling refreshed and invigorated.

Their appetites whetted by the relaxing bath, Herben's senses were tantalized by the aroma of charcoal-cooked liver. Alongside warm bread and creamy yogurt, they savored the divine delicacies. Quenching their thirst with a special drink of frozen milk and enchanted plants, they reveled in the flavors that spoke of the city's charm and elegance.

Kajban was a city like no other, seemed to emerge from nature itself. Trees and plants adorned the streets, their lush greenery blending harmoniously with the cityscape. Kajban was not just a city; it was a living entity, vibrant and in harmony with the world around it. With every step they took, they felt the pulse of the city, a rhythm that resonated with the hearts of its inhabitants and visitors alike.