Chapter 276
As Arran approached Amydon, he saw that the city's ruins extended even further than he had realized . He'd thought Amydon was surrounded by rocky terrain, but with a closer look, he saw that the rocks and boulders that littered the town's surroundings had once been buildings .
He recognized the remains of a wall, too . Even with everything but the foundation gone, the wide ring of stone was unmistakable . And it was thick, as well — a good thirty feet, which meant the wall had been massive when it still stood .
But clearly, it had failed its purpose .
Whoever had brought down the city, mere stone had not been enough to stop them . And that, Arran knew, meant they must have been mages . Yet he could not Sense any remaining Essence within the area, which suggested that the city had fallen long ago — centuries, if not more .
Arran furrowed his brow as he passed the outer ruins, his curiosity growing stronger with every step .
While the outer ruins were little more than rubble, closer to the town the remains of the old city were more recognizable . Half-fallen walls and lone pillars stood amid the rough terrain, many of them overgrown with moss or vines .
When he finally reached the edge of the town, Arran saw that most of its buildings were ruins as well, though they had been inexpertly repaired with rocks and stones — likely plundered from the outer areas .
Yet neither the extensive damage nor the shoddy repairs could conceal that this had once been a prosperous place . The streets were wide and paved, and even in their current state, many of the buildings still showed traces of splendor .
The people, however, were a different matter . There were plenty of townsfolk out on the streets, and if they didn't exactly look poor, most weren't very far from it, either . Whatever wealth the city had once held, it was obviously long gone .
Still, the town was livelier than Arran had thought . From the ruins, he'd expected to find a ghost town, with just a few stragglers eking out a living amid the graves of their ancestors .
But instead, he saw that the streets were filled with traffic and commerce, with many of the people he saw clearly having come from elsewhere . And if most seemed far from rich, he spotted several well-off merchants among the crowds, as well .
Arran walked around for some time, observing the people as much as he observed the buildings . And as he approached the center of the town, he saw signs of wealth appear on both the people and buildings he passed . Find authorized novels in Webnovel,faster updates, better experience,Please click www . webnovel . com for visiting .
The damage here wasn't nearly as extensive as at the edge of Amydon, and many of the grand buildings held well-stocked shops and stores . There were more than a few inns, taverns, and restaurants as well, and after a short look around, Arran entered one of these — a restaurant that looked simple but clean, and not too busy .
Inside, he ordered grilled meat and flatbread from a matronly woman with a stern face, and when she brought him his meal some minutes later, he asked, "Mind if I ask you some questions?"
The woman responded with a weary sigh . "If you're looking for work, head over to the iron mines . They're always looking for new workers . " She narrowed her eyes and gave Arran an appraising look . "Should be plenty of work for mercenaries, too, if you don't mind travel with the caravans . "
Arran shook his head . "I'm not looking for work . I have some questions about the town's history — back when it was still a city . "
The woman raised an eyebrow . "You a treasure hunter?"
"Just a curious traveler," Arran replied . "When I saw the ruins, I couldn't help but wonder what happened here . "
"Not much I can tell you about that . " The woman shrugged, and continued, "Place has always been like this, as far as I know . And my great-grandfather was one of the first to settle here, so I know more than most . "
"Is there anyone else who might know anything about it?" Arran asked, unwilling to give up his search just yet . "Anyone who's studied the town's history?"
She frowned, then said, "You could try old Kimon . He lives a few streets from here . Thinks himself a scholar . " With a laugh, she added, "Best be careful with that one, though — give him half a chance, and he'll talk the ears right off your head . "
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