A stand-off broke out as we approached Port Kerberos.
Standing at the door of the city were the members of the port. Their feet stayed firmly inside the boundaries, even though we were still a little far from the gate.
I slowly dragged my gaze over their walls, from the people lined up at the walls to be their guards, the few of them holding weapons guns, and bows atop the walls, to the people at the door.
Behind them all, the giant tree of the beginnings stood, peering over the city even above the reach of the statue of the three-headed dog and the merry-go-round.
A sense of dissonance took over me while Lewis held my hand.
I was curious about the caravan ahead, but if he had such a strong reaction, he must have seen something shocking with his eye of the sage.
There was no other explanation for it.
If that was the case, then it was also highly likely that the people in front of us were going to be enemies.
