The sun dipped low on the horizon, casting long shadows over the ancient city of Okala. Brida stood before the towering walls, observing the guards who patrolled its entrance with an air of vigilance that bespoke a people accustomed to danger. The very stones of the city seemed to hum with tension, and he could not help but feel the weight of its strategic importance deep within his bones.
"State your business," one of the guards demanded, his grip tight on the hilt of his sword. It was a common sight in these uncertain times – trust had become a scarce commodity.
"I seek Kendara Mbeki, the herbalist," Brida replied, his voice steady despite the knot of anxiety that twisted in his gut. "I've been told she has knowledge of Edimo's past."
"Very well. You may enter," the guard said, stepping aside to allow Brida passage into the city.