Redwick was large. Easily larger than Mirham, more than tripling it in size and population. But though it was big, it was not by any means a busy city. It was known, among travelers and traders, as the “pit-stop in hell”. Not that the town wasn’t lovely. Tall walls made of a gleaming red marble, for which the place was named, guarded the village that lay nestled inside it. The nickname was indicative of the heat that all southwestern cities experienced. Plus, the travelers claimed that being surrounded by walls of red gave them the eerie feeling of being in the underworld.
Adelynn had traveled through Redwick once - on her journey to Mirham five years ago - but only now realized how sophisticated the mere sight of the town was.
Ryl let out a low whistle that disappeared into the surrou...
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