The ship didn't dock at the city as expected; it docked on the outer ring.
A forest of organised piers rose from the sea, preventing any ship from entering the city without being inspected, sorted, and then allowed entry.
This was a safety concern, installed by human kingdoms after the continental wars, and among themselves, it prevented anyone from accessing their port cities without damage, something elves couldn't care to implement.
Their ship passed without a hitch.
"Silk port city," Atheline mummbled to himself.
"It's the biggest and busiest port city amongst the human kingdoms," she answered.
Atheline took her hand into his.
"It looks like it."
They stepped on the deck, the wood creaking faintly under their weight.
Atheline's gaze lifted.
The sun was now fully setting, its last orange rays the only sign of light.
'Can't they just turn on the lights!'
