The streets of Fran were far more bustling and..."equal" than Lynch had imagined.
He strolled with Naliti down a wide main road, beneath his feet were stone slabs as clean as jade, complete with a faintly cleansing array. On both sides of the street were rows of shops, selling everything from daily necessities to exotic Magic Materials. The crowd surged, noisy and full of vitality.
What astonished Lynch the most were the "people" here.
Walking among them were far more than just human Wizards. He saw a sturdy Dwarf with a thick beard, carrying a huge toolbox, fiercely discussing some kind of metal ratio with a human craftsman;
He also saw a Lizardman vendor with skin covered in fine scales and sharp eyes, peddling specialty herbs from the humid rainforest;
There was even a tall, robust Orc with a rugged face but peaceful eyes, carefully selecting a glowing pinwheel toy for his child.
