When Perfikot's carriage slowly entered the core fortress of the Desert Kingdom colony, the honor guard that greeted him was by no means less grand than Marsel's.
Empire soldiers in deep red winter uniforms formed neat phalanxes on the frozen square, their white breath transforming into a thin mist in the cold wind.
The brass cannons resounded one after another on the fortress walls, and the sound of cannons echoed across the frozen ground, both frightening and arousing the curiosity of the city's residents, wondering what kind of dignitary could command such a grand display from the Governor and garrison Commander.
One must understand that the Desert Kingdom is different from Marsel. Apart from some Empire immigrants, most residents here are local tribal people.
They are mostly uneducated and, before the Empire took over this land, were nothing more than a group of indigenous tribes still leading a nomadic lifestyle.
