Finally walking out of the hallway, Arad found himself emerging into a sprawling city, strangely built to human standards. Since all Metallic dragons can take a humanoid shape, they chose to build their towns and live like that to save space.
Massive towers with hundreds of floors, strange lights illuminating the streets, flying metal boxes that carried people around, and a strange mishmash of races and species that made Arad's head hurt.
A tiny canary bird landed on a stall, spoke in the voice of a gaunt old man to a giraffe woman that had a meter-long neck, and then got a bag of apples handed to him in exchange for some gold coins, which he pulled from god knows where.
One of the flying boxes stopped, flashing a bright light at Arad's face, followed by many other boxes. A loud voice screamed from inside them. "Krom's Police! Clear the streets! I repeat, clear the streets!"
