Gate of Tyelven City.
The luxurious horse-drawn carriage they were riding in slowed, its wheels creaking softly on the packed dirt road as it approached the main gate of Tyelven. The air outside was hot and dry, filled with dust kicked up by the coastal wind. Fyar peeked out the window, seeing a long line of vehicles and pedestrians in front of them. There were merchants' carts laden with goods and adventurers in worn leather armor.
The gate itself was a magnificent structure made of cream-colored sandstone blocks, carved with reliefs of horses. A giant horseshoe arch served as the main entrance, flanked by two sturdy, square guard towers. They spent at least thirty minutes in the noisy queue, amidst chatter in various languages and the smell of sweat and dust.
Finally, it was their turn. A few guards in light armor signaled for their carriage to stop.
