The road widened as they crested the final hill, and Falmouth came into full view.
The city wall was old limestone, the kind that had been repaired so many times across so many eras that it had become a patchwork history of itself.
Behind the wall, rooftops crowded against one another, and above it all, rising from somewhere deeper within the city, a cathedral spire stood like a finger pointed at the heavens.
It was the most civilization Hinata had seen since coming to this world—not like he had seen any other to compare it with.
The road leading to the gate was packed. Merchants with groaning carts, travelers in road-dusted cloaks, a man walking three goats that seemed deeply opposed to the concept of forward motion.
Hinata stretched his neck to see why the crowd was moving slowly. Only then did he notice the guards in half-plate standing at the gatehouse.
Chris rolled his neck and sighed pleasantly. "Home sweet home."
