They walked the streets of Rotherheart, guards no longer flanking them but watching from distant rooftops—exactly as promised.
The city breathed with organized authority. Cobblestones stretched in geometric patterns beneath their feet, precision-cut and fitted tightly. Buildings rose in sturdy brick and stone, their foundations built to last. Pillared archways framed doorways, and everywhere—everywhere—lions stared down at them.
Golden lion heads crowned entrances, mouths frozen mid-roar. Door knockers shaped like lion paws. Fountain sculptures depicting lions in regal poses. Shop signs bearing the city's symbol: a golden lion's head roaring against a blue background crossed with golden lines. Banners in blue and gold draped from lampposts, the Emperor's colors declaring authority.
