As Michael ventured deeper into the inner city, he noticed a subtle change in the atmosphere.
He saw nobles and their attendants hurrying about, their fine clothes and jewelry a stark contrast to the more modest attire of the commoners in the outer city.
Michael's eyes scanned the surroundings, searching for the large houses with insignia flags.
He had seen a few during his last visit, and he hoped to find one now.
After a few minutes of walking, he spotted a grand estate in the distance.
The house was massive, with tall spires and intricate stonework.
A flag bearing the insignia of a golden sword fluttered in the breeze.
Michael's gaze locked onto the estate, and he quickened his pace.
He approached the entrance, where two guards stood at attention.
They eyed Michael warily, their hands resting on the hilts of their swords.
"Halt," one of the guards said. "State your business."
Michael held out the token, and the guards' expressions changed.
