Thalor City.
This was the city where the Dawson Family had stood for hundreds of years. It was not as large as the major cities of other top forces, but it was fairly decent in size. The streets were wide enough for carriages to pass without trouble, and the houses lining them were mostly two or three stories tall, built from dark wood and pale stone. Smoke rose steadily from the chimneys. People moved about their business without much hurry. Merchants called out from their stalls, children ran between the carts, and a few guards in Dawson colors stood at corners talking among themselves.
When the group arrived, Grey told the others to take a detour and headed toward the southern part of the city. The streets grew quieter there. The houses were simpler, and fewer people walked about. They stopped in front of a small compound at the end of a narrow street. Inside stood a clean two-story house with a tidy courtyard.
Reynolds and Conor looked at Grey in mild confusion.
