The three of them continued walking through the lively city streets.
Every time they passed by, people immediately stopped what they were doing and bowed respectfully.
"Good evening, Elder Rendric!"
"Patriarch Raviel! Welcome back!"
Rendric only nodded politely at each greeting, but Garion could see the respect they held for him.
Raviel waved casually to a few familiar faces, smiling like it was a stroll in his own backyard.
"Seems your people really respect you," Garion said.
Rendric gave a small smile. "Respect keeps order. Fear keeps peace. The trick is knowing when to use which."
Garion chuckled. "You sound like someone who's done both."
Rendric didn't deny it, only cleared his throat and turned back to business.
"So, Sir Garion, what kind of place are you looking for? You said it can be built anywhere, but surely you have some preferences."
Garion rubbed his chin thoughtfully.
"Something open and wide. It doesn't have to be fancy, but space is important."
