Chapter 77 - Mage Association
The three of them slowly walked toward the city gate, and just as Harold had expected, not only did the defenders fail to stop them, but several soldiers actually stepped aside and formed a respectful path through the entrance.
Their movements were disciplined and orderly, armor lightly clinking against armor as they shifted positions beneath the afternoon sunlight.
No words were spoken, yet the meaning was obvious. In this world, strength was status, and status naturally earned respect. A common traveler would need to queue with everyone else, but a mage, especially a mysterious black mage whose reputation had recently spread throughout the Silver Duchy, was treated differently.
As soon as they passed through the gate, a wave of activity crashed into Sienna's senses.
The streets were crowded with people moving in every direction, creating a flow of bodies that resembled a river splitting around countless stones before joining together again.
