Chapter 132 – Caelion's Territory
Darklore — Caelion's Territory.
It was a magnificent place.
Truly, on that point, there was nothing to blame the Caelion for.
The road was well-paved, but not with mere rocks—no, it shimmered under the searing sun of Darklore, glowing faintly with a copper-orange hue that bordered on blood-red, like molten wealth pressed into stone, whispering the pride of a merchant dynasty.
On each side of the road, merchants sat. Some on carpets under shade, others in elaborate shops haggling, smiling, shouting, doing their best to bleed a few extra coins from any poor soul walking by.
The street pulsed with life. Buyers and sellers locked in verbal combat, voices rising and falling like some rhythmic chant of profit and survival.
And honestly, some of them were so good at bargaining it was almost a performance as watching a price go from 1 gold coin to 50 silver in mere minutes was both hilarious and impressive.
