Knights led them through the streets of Valdenmoor.
Darion tried to look like he wasn't staring at everything, while his knights did the exact opposite, looking like they were in some fairy land.
Garren on the other hand stared at it all similarly to Darion.
The roads were paved properly. Not just patched up enough to get by, they were actually maintained.
The stones sat level. The edges were clean. The buildings along the main street were in good shape, and people were using them.
Shops were open. People walked around with that easy way you move when you're not hungry, when you haven't been hungry for a while.
A blacksmith was working somewhere, the ring of his hammer carrying down the street. Market stalls had actual variety, not just one sad pile of bread with a guy standing guard over it. Multiple stalls, multiple things for sale.
He kept his face blank and just took it all in.
