Sone's World, the Sonteas Empire

The rhythmic clatter of wheels... It is quiet and peaceful inside the carriage. Uncle Tont has dozed off—it has been two days of travel already. Stops are made every two hours through fields and forests, and if a city or settlement is reached, supplies are gathered before setting off again. But now, the capital is finally in sight. It is unfamiliar to you, though to deny its beauty would be truly distasteful.

The carriage jolts over a small stone, waking Uncle Tont. He looks out the window and mutters:

— Well, here is the capital... The City of Son, the heart of our state. Named after our beautiful world, created by Aidar and his brothers...

You did not always understand the speech of this wonderful werewolf, yet you listened to everything. You studied it. You were given a certain crystal and strictly forbidden from removing it under any circumstances.

The carriage rolls steadily through the castle gates.

Did they really open them that easily? Or does Uncle Tont have connections?

The palace courtyard was beautiful—minimalist, yet elegant. And filled with lush greenery.