Upon entering Giant Stone City, they found wide streets paved with flat stone slabs, spacious enough to accommodate several carriages traveling side-by-side.
The streets were lined with an abundance of shops, their signs a dazzling variety of styles. Taverns, blacksmiths, general stores, clothiers... they had everything one could imagine.
Pedestrians thronged the streets, and the air filled with the endless sounds of vendors' cries, cheerful chatter, and clopping hooves—a stark contrast to the desolate state of Black Stone Territory.
The Knights' eyes shone with amazement and longing. 'This is what a real city should look like.'
The Knight leading the way brought them to an inn called the Golden Griffin Inn.
The inn was a full five stories tall with an imposing facade. A magnificent, lifelike statue of a golden griffin stood by the entrance, radiating an awe-inspiring presence.
It was clear that this was one of the finest inns in Giant Stone City.
