Ebonshade was nothing like the forests we had been surviving in for the past few weeks. The streets teemed with life, filled with all sorts of people.
From well-dressed nobles who held their enchanted jewellery like it would be stolen off thieves any second, to ragged adventurers taking care of their fresh wounds from the Beastlands beyond the kingdom's borders.
The Blackblade Kingdom prided itself on being rooted in its customs and traditions.
Such that the structure and buildings from when this kingdom was drafted were still alive and breathing.
The majority of this kingdom's layout remained the same over the years.
Narrow alleyways branched like veins between colossal stone buildings, leading into hidden districts filled with all manner of businesses—legal and otherwise.