The looming gates of the capital stood like a fortress, casting deep, sprawling shadows over the incoming traffic which almost made the place seem like home. The mass of last-call merchants, travelers, and city folk streamed toward the entrance, their voices mingling with the clatter of hooves and the creak of wagon wheels. Guards stood at their posts, as they casually passed various individuals though. Only when someone really stood out, did they take any time to check them.
Mara walked confidently, her letter of recognition tucked safely in her satchel. She glanced over at me, her brow furrowing slightly. "Just stay calm," she murmured. "I'll handle this."
