The sun hung low in the sky, casting a warm golden glow over the landscape as the carriage crested a hill. In the distance, a collection of buildings began to emerge from the horizon, their outlines becoming clearer with each passing moment. Luke squinted, taking in the sight of the City of Balmoral.
"There it is," Sir Carrick announced, a note of satisfaction in his voice. "Balmoral, the trade heart of this region."
Luke leaned forward slightly, eager to take in the details. Balmoral wasn't grand or imposing, but it had a charm all its own. The city was surrounded by a low stone wall, more decorative than defensive, and its buildings were modest, crafted from light-coloured stone and wood. The streets appeared busy, even from a distance, bustling with the activity of merchants, travellers, and locals going about their day.
"It doesn't look like much from here," Luke remarked. "But there's something about it that feels alive."
