As with most towns, there's often an invisible line dividing the very rich people's residence from everyone else. It wasn't different in Eldrida – it's called the upper district even though it's located downtown.
The streets are wide and allow the free passage of people and mana-powered carriages. But tonight was a bit different as the streets of the upper district filled with carriages as the rich people went to party.
But out of all the carriages moving that night, only one stood apart from the rest. It was painted a bright gold that shimmered softly as the moonlight touched it as it was made of real gold after all.
On both sides is the carved image of a man smiling broadly, and every carriage gives it space to pass them because even among the rich, there's also the rich.
Whispers followed it.
"Is that him?"
"That's his son?"
