Ron followed Ethan through the streets of Goldenveil, his gaze flitting from one wonder to the next, unable to settle on any single spot for long.
The city before him wasn't the same one he'd visited last time. Not by a long shot.
Honestly, the only things that had stayed the same were the well-maintained streets and sidewalks. Everything else looked as though it had been transformed by some kind of magic.
Elves strolled alongside dwarves and humans.
A little further on, a corporate building loomed before him, built from some strange white concrete of such high quality that it looked as if it had been carved from polished marble.
Next to the entrance, a sign in gilded letters declared that it was an elven textile factory, subsidized by Ethan himself.
When they passed through the gate leading into the intermediate ring, Ron caught sight of Roderick's forge, now bustling with humans and dwarves working side by side.
