Just like any cities he had been to, Sarton also looked medieval-ish.
Since Sarton's main income was trading, the gray stone road was filled with merchant carriages. Michael walked alongside the road through the crowd.
The air smelled different, like a perfume mixed with the lake air.
"Apples only 3 gold coins"
"We have the freshest seafood, just caught!"
"Royal times, who killed Minister Bagru? An investigative piece inside"
"Ships to Royal land can be hired here, we have nice discounts!"
From either side of the road, vendors called out for people. Several street urchins were standing up on a stack of crates and waving the royal times newspaper at the crowd. Michael came in front of a seafood stall where he saw blue color lobsters, tiny crabs, and fishes laid on baskets. They all looked fresh, even smelled good.
"Excuse"
The vendor who was sprinkling waiter onto the fishes greeted Michael with a wide grin,