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Heather wasn’t exactly sure what she had been expecting from Sontair, but it wasn’t this.
The streets were filthy, caked mud from the dirt roads outside the city gates seemed to coat every inch of the cobbled street they walked down, and they constantly had to squeeze past travellers who halted in the middle of the road to address one another, oblivious to the obstacle they formed for everyone else trying to get by. Every wagon seemed to be overloaded, axles straining as they inched over the bumps to avoid breaking down completely, the horses and mules that pulled them relieving themselves where they stood adding to the muck underfoot.
And the smell! Heather had never imagined there could be such a stench. Sweat and dirt and other things she didn’t want to think too much about mingli
