The air in the city of Anarets felt completely different from that of the castle. This city, governed by Lady Velthya, was known for its vibrant, lively, and colorful atmosphere. The scent of spices, the voices of merchants advertising their wares, and the chatter of the crowds that filled the streets created a distinct atmosphere far from the silence they had grown used to in the castle.
Stacia and Alicia stood at the grand city gate, both still wearing their light travel cloaks, the fabric fluttering slightly in the warm morning breeze. Alicia's silver hair gleamed under the morning sunlight, while Stacia adjusted her long ash-gray hair to keep it out of her face.
"We finally made it," murmured Stacia, her curious eyes taking in the rows of buildings and bustling streets before her.
