The trio entered Gulchtown as the sun was about to set. The town was a mix of stone buildings and wooden shacks clustered around a central square. Like most of Promiscua, females primarily inhabited it, in this case, human women.
As Ethan, Beatrix, and Athena walked through the streets, they saw regular and consistent activity as if the townsfolk weren't bothered that an Orc army was about to attack.
Market stalls sold their wares, while children scampered barefoot, and guards patrolled with vigilant eyes. When Ethan's group was recognized, the atmosphere shifted palpably.
The women of Gulchtown turned their heads, and their gazes locked onto Ethan like magnets. It was the first time the young heir had faced a crowd outside of Cromwell Castle.
Whispers rippled through the crowd. The women's eyes widened in a mix of awe and hunger. Not only was he a male in a world where that gender was scarce, but his noble bearing screamed fertility and princely genes.
