Crispen
Our boats dock, and we begin exiting the boats and walking towards the stone steps up to the main square. As we walk up, we hear the sound thumping through the city.
‘What is that?’ I ask Uriah.
‘Our King and Queen are coming to welcome you,’ he tells me. I watch as people begin to gather around, go to their knees, and put their hands forward flat on the ground. Uriah goes to his knees and but remains erect.
‘Uriah, must we also bow?’ I ask.
‘You are not citizens of the city. You are not required to. You can do so if you feel the desire to.’ I take his words as a carefully crafted suggestion to show our support and respect towards their leaders. Seeing as we are descended from this very birthplace of the wolves, I feel like, in some way, they are our King and Queen too. I lo
