After another hour or so of driving, we finally arrive at the gates of Treys Minor. The sun isn't low enough in the sky to hint at sunset, so even if these gates close, we're in no danger of missing the day.
"Hey! Hey!" One of the guards shouts, as we pull up, waving his hands.
It's not exactly an intimidating look. For all of their defensive and defiant posture built into the walls of the city, this man seems far more relaxed than most of the gate guards I've had to deal with in Latrides.
Though, admittedly, the kingdom is full of plenty of places where they have no guards at the gate to speak of at all.
The man saunters over, and the cart slows to a stop.
"Whatcha here for?" His voice is as relaxed as his posture.
"Trade." Lucas says, leaning out of the window. "Got a few crates of fruit and a lot of spices."
"Ooh?" The man rubs his chin and his gaze flickers over the cart. "Trade all the way out here, on land, with such a small cart...?"
