At long last, we had arrived.
The Principality of Cohona—a land so small it barely registered on most maps, with a population that struggled to reach even tens of thousands. A place once tethered to a kingdom that had long since crumbled into dust, leaving this fragment of history to carve out its own fate. When the kingdom fell, the duchy that once served it broke free and declared itself a principality. But freedom, as it turned out, did not bring prosperity.
The air here was thick with stagnation, carrying the scent of damp stone and unwashed bodies. The buildings that lined the streets were a mismatched blend of decay and reluctant endurance, their wooden frames warped with time, their roofs barely holding together under layers of patchwork repairs. Though the roads were paved, a jarring contrast to the dilapidated homes, the uneven stones bore cracks like veins of a dying land.
