Yennefer and Artie were taking a leisurely stroll through the streets of Kingsbridge, quietly observing everything of note.
They were in a calm neighbourhood, one that stunk of affluence.
The buildings here were far more sophisticated, the architecture clearly had more time put into it.
Unlike regular carriages that were usually left bare, here, nearly each one that passed them was painted in black and gold, even streets were generally cleaner.
As they walked, eyes followed them wherever they went, some of the more bolder individuals walking up to them to ask them out.
But Artie politely declined all offers on behalf of herself and Yen, who was walking by her side.
'I thought humans would be more disrespectful in their manner of approach…' Artie thought.
Whenever humans had been involved in their lives, it was often in relation to death, kidnapping and slavery…
