Greyreach had a certain charm to it, especially on a rainy day—which was every day.
There was something soothing about the city. The constant patter of the rain, the distant clatter of carriage wheels, and the low murmur of people going about their business gave the streets a relaxed, almost dreamlike atmosphere.
Two young men sat at the outdoor seating area of a small teahouse. A wide awning stretched above them, shielding them from the rain.
A pot of freshly brewed coffa sat on the table. Adam poured Luca a cup, and then poured himself one.
"Long time," he said with a smile.
"Long time indeed." Luca nodded.
Beside them, carts and carriages rolled slowly along the cobbled street. Their wheels moved smoothly over the even surface. There were no potholes or muddy patches.
Greyreach had long since adapted to its perpetual rains, and its streets were built to withstand the constant downpour.
