The carriage rolled onward to the government complex where his office is located. The rhythmic clip-clop of the horses' hooves provided a comforting soundtrack. With each passing street, the surroundings grew increasingly familiar. Finally, the carriage came to a halt with a gentle tug on the reins.
Riz gracefully stepped down onto the solid ground. The cool touch of the cobblestone beneath his shoe sent a shiver up his spine. The air was laden with a scent of petrichor, the earthy fragrance of rain mingled with the delicate fragrance of nearby blossoms.
Taking confident strides, Riz ascended the staircase leading to his office. Along the way, he came across the staff working in the building. Their bowed heads in respect to his presence.
As he climbed, the bustling sounds of the city below gradually faded, replaced by a serene hush that embraced the upper floors.