Torghan couldn't deny it—they were masters of woodworking.
He leaned back, nearly sinking into the plush bench of the carriage. The gentle sway as it moved was soothing, almost hypnotic. He let his eyes close for a moment, trying to process everything.
It had been less than a week since their arrival, yet he had already seen things that threatened to unravel his understanding of the world.Creatures unlike anything his tribe had ever known paraded through the streets, their forms so strange they seemed like spirits from another realm. But none had baffled him more than the one he had seen earlier.
It walked on four legs, yet it was nothing like the animals he had hunted in the mountains. Its body was sleek and powerful, its muscles shifting beneath a smooth coat. A long mane flowed like river grass caught in the wind, and when it moved, its hooves struck the ground in a steady rhythm—strong, confident, unshaken by the weight of the world.Torghan had stared, awestruck.
