Herelden however, was nothing like Swaere or Flemworth.
The path leading up to the castle was barely visible for all the buildings stood in it's path.
However, the towers, the stone walls and the magnificent flags high upon Castle Herelden were visible and wonderous to view each time.
Around Herelden were the occasional farmlands and farm establishments where everyday people stopped their daily work chores and stood in awe as the group of rag tag soldiers came closer to Herelden.
Usually the farmers and children in the cornfields would see Guard patrollers and ask of the news and admire their vigilance. Now however, no-one dared say a thing and the children scattered as the horses protted onto the brick path that lead into Herelden.
The city was old, and therefor the stones were all misty and dirty and the wood was old and rotten at many places.
Very high chatter was in the streets that day and caravans, merchants and all sorts of folk walked the streets.
The group had arrived early in the morning, just after dawn, and people were still pouring out of their houses to see the new slashed prices.
"You there! Are you the envoy of the King?"
Called a man dressed in robes escorted by other men dressed in robes that covered their heavy armor, but not their weapons.
