As they reached the edge of the bridge leading to Grey–Rock, Aden belatedly noticed something. There were no guards that looked like they would kill someone for simply breathing like the ones he met on his first day.
Only two guards stood at the edges of the ending of the bridge, but even he could tell that beneath their helmets were faces of laxity. Their postures didn't exactly scream battle-ready either.
'A pleasant development,' Aden remarked internally.
Although he was sure that none of the Knights or Guards that previously held seige over the town would pose less than an inconvenience to him, he wasn't exactly keen on getting into a battle just for the fun of it.
As he stepped past the large gate that separated the transition border to the main town, his eyebrows lifted slightly at the view presented before him.
