We arrived at the gates of Wall of Rose City. There were two lanes leading in, one for merchants,which stretched endlessly with carts and shouting traders, and one for travelers and adventurers, much shorter in comparison.
The guards stationed at the gate wore full suits of silver mail. I couldn't help but wonder, don't they feel hot in that armor?
They stopped our cart for inspection. The cart owner, who had brought some wheat from Lily Town as gift from the mayor, gestured casually at the goods. The guards examined the cargo briefly, then turned their attention to us. We tried to keep our expressions calm and composed… well, I did.
But Bob?
Bob didn't know the meaning of "normal face."
Suddenly, one of the guards pointed at him with a gruff voice.
"You! What are you doing in this city?"
We froze.
"Err... we... um…" I stammered, caught off guard.
"They're my nephews," the cart owner jumped in smoothly, his voice flat but confident. "We're here to visit their grandfather."
