Noah moved through the winding streets of the capital with the confident strides of a man with a plan.
He glanced at the sun, before focusing back on his route. He made sure he was heading unerringly to the south.
The crowds grew thinner the farther he went, the gleaming marble avenues of the inner capital giving way to rougher stone and weather worn walls.
Eventually, the air grew tangy with the scent of brine.
He blinked in faint surprise as the streets opened to reveal a wide river, with dark water cutting straight through the heart of the city.
Both massive barges and smaller boats clustered along the docks, with the sailors shouting slurs and thick ropes swaying with the tide.
He hadn't known the capital sat on a river this large.
From what he could see, the river was like a bustling artery feeding the city with trade, gossip, and crime, like a chef adding ingredients to make a delicious dish.
