The sound of haggling merchants, the scent of spice and scorched metal, the press of countless bodies moving through tight streets, that's what Ben and Elvira expected from Krahal-Zir.
Instead, silence greeted them. The moment they passed through the scorched iron gates, Ben's brow furrowed. "I should get a refund from those intel rats," he muttered. "This isn't a trade hub. It's a graveyard."
Krahal-Zir was listed as a mid-tier city, its prosperity supposedly built on its control over it's magma channel system. That made intel scarce.
The Dhurnokh were masters of tunneling and subterranean trade, they barely have information on this city.
This is what make it a promising entry point for Ben's plans. Another vital node to claim for his future revolution.
But, what he see now… The streets were too empty. The air too still. Buildings leaned under their own weight, their wall cracked and crumbling.
