For the past few days, a thick, white fog had blanketed the city every morning. The air was so heavy with moisture that a single breath could choke you, leaving your lungs burning as you coughed.
It was a sign that the rainy season was approaching.
Ling Hong rose first thing in the morning and hurried to the Witch Doctor Castle. 'These furless days are unbearable.'
Around noon, when the scorching sun had burned away most of the fog, An Jin slung a basket over her back and headed to the city's central market.
Beastmen from all corners of the world gathered there, along with all sorts of rare materials.
A single glance revealed a dense sea of people, at least a thousand strong.
The crowded, bluestone-paved streets teemed with people. Hearty shouts from vendors echoed from all sides, and the dazzling array of goods was almost too much to take in.
'This is a spectacle you'd never see in an ordinary tribe!'
'So this is what a city is like?'
