A few children in ragged clothes with clouded eyes rummaged mechanically through a mountain-like pile of garbage.
Even more unsettling were the blatant acts of crime...
Several burly humanoids with skin partially covered in scales violently shoved down a scrawny goblin clutching a tattered sack. They snatched the sack and swaggered away.
The victim merely curled up on the ground, whimpering softly for a moment, before silently getting back up and limping away into the shadows.
The few scattered pedestrians nearby had no reaction, their eyes vacant, as if this were just part of the background noise that repeated itself daily.
The air carried shouts and curses, the weak coughs of the sick, suppressed sobs from some unknown corner, and a kind of...
An almost despairing silence.
It was as if the life here had been drained of all will to struggle, leaving only the most basic instinct to survive, eking out a meager existence day by day in the cracks between filth and danger.
