Bab 32: Not as Clean?

Aelorin walked down the cemented path, each step echoing off the ground in a rhythm of low, steady clatters. It was certainly a different sensation from the mossy roads and stone-packed trails of the Eleven Village. Here, the air felt thicker, laden with the scent of a bustling city, mixed with the faint tang of spices and the earthy musk of its unique inhabitants. He glanced around, taking in the unfamiliar faces moving about. These weren't just humans or the common races he'd encountered before. They were Beast Folk—unique beings, their animalistic traits marking them out among the crowd.