The Kingdom of Rosarco.
A relatively small and absolutely barbaric nation, constantly waging war against the beasts of the north for supremacy.
At least, that was how Aemirya had described it but as they finally arrived at the borders of the so-called barbaric kingdom, Alden realized he had been a fool for trusting the words of an overgrown lizard.
She had warned him that dragons rarely cared enough about humans to keep their records up to date but even so, somewhere in the back of his mind, he had imagined a nation of muscular people dressed in ragged furs, carrying crude wooden weapons, speaking in broken sentences while living in rough huts beside a river.
Instead, what greeted him couldn't have been further from that image.
"Didn't you say they were barbaric?"
He asked in complete disbelief.
She nodded.
"Yeah." She tilted her head. "Can't you see it for yourself?"
