The hustle and bustle of the city seemed to leave me almost breathless. There was a certain energy in the air, a purpose in each and every one of their steps that the previous didn't.
I was so used to the empty and almost harrowed streets, to the wintry forest that to have something along the lines of a thousand people. Each with their own prerogative and objective in mind, it was… breathtaking.
Just watching as they made their way, conducted their sales in such an uptight manner, haggling their way to a better deal. Or the people whose armor reached to their necks with fierce almost grotesque masks made of metal and bone.
Their hammers, spears, swords, bows, even guns and rifles. A multitude of weapons used in the defense of the city. From what? I couldn't tell in the day I had been here, but it must have been greater than the mere beasts I was so used to.
