Aurora has been given a similar treatment. The stablehands treat her with a strange reverence you've never seen before.
Today, you're walking on foot to a place you've been quite excited to visit.
But not as excited as Milon.
He's walking beside you on your left. Obren also accompanies you, walking on your right.
Across the main plaza of the citadel, what appears to be an open market protected by a long, wooden roof sprawls from wall to wall. But the rhythmic clanging of metal on metal tells you that this is no market.
It's a massive forge.
Armorers, blacksmiths, tailors—everyone. Everything the men need to construct weapons of war, along with the armor to protect yourself from them.
"Now this, my friends, this is what heaven looks like," Milon announces, gesturing to the massive forge.