Damian and Sam walked past the buff workers busy in cargo unloading and just stared in awe at the city in the distance. Pyron was indeed a major city. Damian could truly believe that this was another nation just by looking at the creative and amazing housing and buildings structures.
The elves might have perished from this region thousands of years ago, but they had left behind their civilization and values; no matter how watered down it was now. The full wooden structures with not a single nail or angular cut down of trees were like a work of art right pulled out of a beautiful paintings. It would be wrong to call it a tree but it would also be wrong to call it a house made by hands, they were literally trees that humans had shaped and grown in a shape of sturdy walls and rooms.
