Jocelynn was so busy taking in the sights of Vale City, marveling at everything from the ambitious infrastructure projects to the common pubs and simple shops, that she didn't notice how close they'd come to the ancient fortress. Now, the five towers that resembled a hand emerging from a cliff loomed large in her vision mere moments before the inner gate swallowed her carriage whole.
Jocelynn's heart raced in her chest as a darkness deeper than night enveloped the carriage, and the return of pale moonlight a few heartbeats later did little to restore the sense of calm, analytical wonder she'd felt when looking at Vale City and its people.
The courtyard they arrived in was filled with people, all of them awaiting their arrival with varying degrees of patience.
A pair of shorter men, one with curled horns and the other with long buck teeth and a broad tail, looked like a pair of hounds waiting for their leashes to fall as they watched the carriage roll to a stop.
