The Old Shinkotsu was, as always, a painting preserved in time that spoke more of the old money that the people living in it did.
The streets here were wide and paved in smooth stone that had been laid with enough care that the pavement itself might as well be an art piece.
The buildings on either side were the old traditional kind, heavy timber frames and sloped tiled roofs with carved wooden details along the eaves.
The mana lamps on the posts were not lit yet, the refined monster cores inside them were dark until the sun got lower, but you could see the warm amber tint of the glass even in daylight and know exactly what the street was going to look like in two hours.
Most of the people moving through it were beast-folk, which was the dominant population of Old Shinkotsu, fox-folk, wolf-folk, cat-folk, and the like, all in traditional clothes that fit the district's general philosophy of everything following the old ways.
