Kyle climbed up the relatively steep road and approached the gate.
"What is your business in Starkhold?" one of the guards asked as he approached Kyle.
"I want to join the Fighter Guild," Kyle answered.
"Central plaza, near the left," the guard said. "Welcome to Starkhold."
"Thank you," Kyle answered.
These kinds of checks happened in nearly every city.
Of course, someone who wanted to do something horrible to Starkhold wouldn't state their intentions at the gate, but that was not the point.
The point was to let the citizens feel safer.
Additionally, when some scoundrel talked to a guard for a moment, they wouldn't feel as comfortable anymore. After all, they had a conversation with a guard, and that guard might remember them.
Kyle entered the city and looked around.
'Feels like this city comes straight out of some medieval movie or something,' he thought as he saw the peasants selling their wares in stalls.
There were some people with expensive clothing, but there were even more people wearing basic clothing.
Kyle walked along the main road and took note of the stalls.
'There are a lot of ore and stone vendors. Not surprising. I mean, this entire city is on top of four mountains. There's probably plenty of ore to go around.'
'Wonder where they're getting their food from. I didn't see any farms in the surroundings.'
Eventually, Kyle reached a big plaza with a fountain in the middle.
On top of the fountain was a statue of a stalwart man with a big axe.
"Do you know who that is?" Kyle whispered.
"Karl Wendler," Theodor answered.
"Is he powerful?" Kyle asked.
"I don't know."
Kyle furrowed his brows. "I thought you knew him."
"I don't."
"What?" Kyle asked.
"There's a plaque below the statue, imbecile," Theodor said.
"I saw that myself," Kyle grumbled.
"Why did you ask me then?" Theodor asked in annoyance.
'Oh my god. This fucking guy,' Kyle thought with a groan.
Kyle dropped the subject and turned to one of the bigger buildings in the plaza.
It was around five stories tall and made of black stone, creating quite a contrast to the light-grey buildings all around.
'Not conforming with the city's color scheme… aren't we special?' Kyle thought.
There was a big emblem above the entrance of the building.
A sword, a hammer, and an axe were on top of a shield, which had a spear, a halberd, and a lance crossing behind it.
"I would assume this is the Fighter Guild?" Kyle whispered.
"That's the status symbol of a Fighter Guild," Theodor said. "The more weapons there are in the symbol, the higher-ranked the guild and this specific location is."
"The shield symbolizes that this is a Fighter Guild. The number of weapons in front of the shield symbolizes the rank of the entire Fighter Guild. The number of weapons behind the shield symbolizes the rank of the building within said Fighter Guild."
"There are three levels to the weapons behind the shield. One weapon means it's a minor outpost. Two weapons mean it's a major outpost. Three weapons mean this is the headquarters of the entire Guild."
Kyle took note of the three weapons behind the shield.
'Headquarters, then.'
"The weapons on the front determine the rank of the entire Fighter Guild when compared to the other Fighter Guilds. There can be up to five weapons."
'Is that a fucking Stetson hat?' Kyle thought. ƒrēewebnoѵёl.cσm
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