After the rain, the capital looked as old as its appearance suggested, and couldn't really be considered a beautiful sight; it resembled a muddy countryside scene instead.
The roads were covered in puddles, and when carriages sped past, the water and mud splashed around by the wheels sprayed all around, coating the nearby buildings' walls in mud, presenting a sorry sight no matter how one looked at it.
Worried about the possibility of more rain, Gejiev had carried rain gear with him before leaving the house. He had donned a raincoat, which ironically didn't serve its purpose of shielding him from the rain but acted as a barrier against the splashing mud, an irony not lost on him.
Fortunately, Gejiev had things to do today, people to meet, and no time to wallow in sorrow and sentimentality. Thus, he quickly dismissed his complicated thoughts and headed in one direction.
Soon, Gejiev arrived in front of an inn.
