The streets were barely wide enough for the carriage to pass with buildings leaning against each other for support. Most were two or three stories tall, their upper floors jutting out over the streets below in a vain attempt to maximize living space.
The wood was grey and rotting, and the stone walls appeared to be just a single push away from crumbling. Every structure looked like it might collapse at any moment, and some had already even fallen, leaving behind piles of rubble that would exist as graves because nobody would bother to clear.
Mostly because there was nowhere to move it...
The outer districts contained the larger cut of the population. People huddled in doorways and alleys, their faces hollow with hunger and exhaustion as they watched the cart wobble by.
There were children with shrunken bellies and empty but curious eyes that watched from the shadows.
