Chapter Forty-One
We were heading to the main city of Tregaron which belonged to humans; well, at least that's what the humans say. One thing to be thankful for was at least is that the main city, or capital, was always named after the country, as a customary human tradition, so they wouldn't get confused.
And the capital, home of nobles and the king, couldn't be more different than the other cities we had passed by; filled with famine and diseases, as to expect from an uneducated plebe and not maintained villages, where something stayed where it died most of the time, and the filth right beside their doorsteps when it didn't come from the horses passing by, accumulating on the streets.
It was disgusting, to say the least, home to white fat worms.
Ewww.
We were now staying in line to pass the outer walls gates of the city, having gone through the poor neighborhoods and farms unprotected by it.