The streets were abuzz with humans, who stood outside their shops, some looking down from their windows, their curious eyes fixed on the group as they walked, leading their horses through the crowded thoroughfares.
Having dismounted upon entering the city, the group proceeded on foot, their horses' hooves clattering on the stone pavement as they made their way deeper into the city.
The humans' faces darkened with hostility as they watched the group walk past, their eyes flashing with a deep-seated resentment that seemed to simmer just below the surface.
The memory of the brutal raid on their outer village still seared their collective psyche, a painful reminder of the lives lost.
Though the village had served as a deliberate facade, a clever ruse to conceal their city from the world, it had still been home to their kinsmen, innocent lives that didn't deserve the brutal fate that had been inflicted upon them.
