It took another day and a half of riding to reach Ofalla, and by the end of it, Tommy was worn out. He would have expected to see something grandiose upon their arrival – a large, stone wall encircling the city, perhaps – but there was nothing like that.
The city seemed to almost grow naturally out of the surrounding countryside. Small buildings appeared almost haphazardly on the roadside, growing more and more frequent the closer they got to the centre of town.
Eventually, dirt roads became cobblestone streets with tall, black lampposts on each raised sidewalk. Narrow townhouses with black-tiled rooftops were packed so closely together that there wasn"t an inch of space between them. And the noise! Oh, the noise! Every street was bustling with people.
They traveled side by side on hors
