Don loved Dhangrest.
The busy streets, the warm smell of food, the way the people on the corners called out their wares. Yes. Don absolutely adored all of it. Even as he skittered past a small group of knights. He would deal with them.
If only because he liked his city so much.
This city had so much life in it. It breathed itself into the late night streets when the ‘illegal’ Guilds showed up. The Guilds were fascinating, but not something Don could get himself into at the moment. Not when his mother was still around. Not when the Knights patrolled the city like wolves waiting to pounce.
Resuming a much more leisurely stroll, Don spotted someone. A little girl. Very little. Who jumped off of a caravan and looked lost. Her clothes were pretty fancy too. “Hey! Who’re you?” He had never seen this girl before, so he had ducked in closer. “Eugh- you look like shit. Where are you from?”
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