When Izroth rose to his feet, he felt a gentle tug on his shirt from Selene lightly grabbing ahold of it. Then, for the first ti since they t, she opened her mouth to speak.
"...Leave... Selene...?" The young girl asked in a barely audible voice.
Izroth was pleasantly surprised when Selene spoke. It seed that the man from earlier was wrong about her being mute.
It may have been a natural defense chanism to survive for the young child. In this type of lawless place, one wrong word was enough for soone to forfeit their life.
Seeing as how she referred to herself by the na Izroth had given her, she either failed to rember what her parents nad her or was never given a na. But, it was not uncommon for orphans to be naless. This was sothing Izroth knew from firsthand experience.
"The place I’m going to is too dangerous to take you along. But, you can rest assured, I will return. Until then, you should rest in this room and not wander around. Things may beco a bit chaotic soon." Izroth replied.
Selene hesitated for a brief mont before she released Izroth’s shirt and softly replied, "...Selene... Wait..."
The cloudy look in Selene’s eyes cleared up a bit after hearing Izroth’s words. Even though she maintained her stoic expression, there was now a hint of sothing else mixed in—though the minor change was barely discernable.
After that, Selene did not speak again before Izroth left the Blue Heart Inn. Once he departed, Selene sat on the bed without moving. Quietly, waiting.
...
Several monts later...
Izroth reached the main gate that led into the true heart of the town. Unlike the border where one could strut across without a care in the world, the path that led to the other side of the wall was heavily guarded. There were soldiers equipped with full plated armor and spears that stood next to the two checkpoints.
One checkpoint to verify a person’s purpose and intent for visiting, as well as to keep anyone who did not belong from setting foot inside. The second checkpoint registered any weapons or rchandise brought through the gates to ensure no illegal contraband made it through, among other things.
Since Izroth’s clothes were clean and his appearance was well organized, he had no trouble getting through the first checkpoint. But, when he arrived at the second checkpoint, Izroth was pulled aside to have his sword checked.
This was not to see if the weapon was dangerous or anything of the sorts, but rather the guard’s primary task was to search for emblems.
Emblems hamred into weapons were one of the signs of nobility. If one tried to imitate or illegally forge such a symbol, if caught, they would be severely punished and, at worse, sentenced to death.
After thoroughly examining and scrutinizing Izroth’s sword for several minutes, the guard returned it to him and approved his entry. Since Izroth used the pretense of being from faraway foreign lands, he was given a special wooden plaque with an official stamp. He was inford to keep this plaque on him at all tis. Otherwise, if he were asked to present his identification and failed to show the plaque, then he would be considered a foreign spy who would be captured and imprisoned or killed on the spot.
Izroth safely stored the wooden plaque in the pouch at his side that he received from Venare. This pouch contained a handful of silver coins, and while it could not store too many items, it was useful to have in a place that denied usage of one’s inventory.
When he made his way past the second checkpoint, Izroth traveled through a long tunnel that was at least ten ters high and thirty ters wide. The ground was smooth and made of a stone material that resembled marble. On the ceiling, every couple of ters were narrow openings that curved around from one side of the wall to the other.
Through these openings, Izroth observed a polished tallic-like alloy with sharp spikes that had a top half linked together like a tal fence. There were dozens upon dozens of these that, if dropped down, could create a fast makeshift barrier to block soone from leaving or entering.
’Invading outside the palace walls would not be too difficult given its poor state of affairs. But, capturing the town inside the walls... To have the resources necessary to construct sothing of this scale, I can see why this kingdom is described as powerful in the tale.’
After walking for a solid five minutes, Izroth finally reached the end of the tunnel, and when he ca out on the other side, he was welcod by a glorious city.
Every building was well constructed without flaw. The streets were so clean that a single piece of trash was impossible to spot. Multiple stalls were selling delicate clothes, fresh foods, fruits, and vegetables.
The town was bustling with activity, and the townsfolk all had smiles on their faces. So laughed with joy; others walked the streets with their significant other, and the children played rrily. The atmosphere was like night and day compared to the one outside the walls. If Izroth had to use one word to describe it, the first ones that ca to mind were "utopia" or "paradise".
If Izroth did not know how grueso this tale ended, he would think that he had accidentally walked into a fairytale, not sothing that would eventually turn into a tragedy.
’Not a single beggar or dying citizen in sight.’
Izroth was unsure if it was complacency or sheer ignorance, but when he looked at the townsfolk’s cheerful faces, there were no signs of worry or stress. This place was the real town described in the Tale of The Snow That Falls In Sumr.
Izroth began to explore the town in the way a traveler should. He stopped at multiple stalls and purchased a few things, from food to clothes. He spoke casually with so of the locals and even asked about their customs. But, this was not without reason.
’They’re still following ?’
Izroth walked casually as he took a bite of the at and vegetable skewer he had just bought from one of the food stalls. His actions this entire ti had not rely been him mindlessly having a good experience.
Ever since Izroth stepped through the gates, he noticed that soone had been tailing him. He decided to behave like an ordinary traveler in hopes of them leaving of their own accord, but it seed that they had no intention of going away any ti soon.
A couple of seconds later, Izroth turned around a corner that led into a narrow alleyway.
Tap... Tap...
Not too long after Izroth stepped into the alleyway, a hooded figured carefully peeked around the corner. However, for a mont, their body language matched that of soone who was shocked.
The hooded figure swiftly rushed into the alleyway only to discover that it was a dead end. The person they had been following had vanished without a trace! There was a hint of panic in their actions; however, they suddenly felt sothing sharp press up against the back of their neck, which caused them to freeze in place.
"You’ve been tailing since I stepped foot in this town. Speak, what business do you have with ?" Izroth’s voice echoed from behind the hooded figure.
"?!" The hooded figure trembled. How did this person manage to get behind them?! They distinctly saw him walk into the alleyway with no other way out!
However, the hooded figure was unaware that imdiately after they entered the narrow alleyway, Izroth kicked off the ground and used the walls to propel himself to the roof. After doing so, he waited for the hooded figure to enter deep into the alleyway before jumping down and sneaking up behind them with his sword drawn.
"...What is your purpose for coming to this town?" The hooded figure asked. Their voice was soft with a tinge of fierceness to it. If Izroth was not mistaken—this voice belonged to a woman!
"Usually, the one with a sword to their neck answers questions not asks them. Can it be that you have no fear of death?" Izroth stated.
"Of course, I fear death. However, you will not kill ." The hooded figure said as they cald their nerves.
"Oh? What makes you so confident?" Izroth questioned as he pushed the tip of the blade closer to their neck.
"Because... We’re on the sa side, Viselo. That is your na, is not it?" The hooded figure answered.
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