Invader!
Morning in Nagarath had begun to develop its own rhythm.
Beyond the steady beat of ease.
A pulse that stutters, yet keeps moving - far from the slow ease of wealth.
A steady beat moved through the streets, where knowing danger was never far kept people alert.
Out came a deep creak from the east gates as iron parts ground through their motion. The thick planks, banded with metal, pulled apart inside, revealing the wide path that cut straight to the city's core.
Civilians waited outside.
Merchants with carts.
Travelers on foot.
Farmers guiding beasts of burden.
Rows of people wait, spaced neatly apart.
No shouting.
No pushing.
No bribes exchanged.
