Chapter 40: getting their Paths
Jake saw the massive walls of Olen, towering tens of feet into the air. The road to the gate was filled with carriages and people leaving and entering Olen. But that wasn’t all, as he noticed some ships flying in the air. Their structure was not exactly the same as water ships—they had been built more aerodynamic to cut through air and fly.
Seer noticed him looking at the ships and she spoke, "Airships, invented by the dwarves. Humans adopted it and began making theirs. It’s the best form of transportation, but the most expensive," she said.
’Dwarves, huh? Nice to know humans aren’t the only intelligent race,’ Jake thought.
As they rode by, people stared at the bruised and battered man running behind the carriage, his footsteps wobbling from left to right, his feet covered in bruises and bleeding. He looked like he would die at any moment.
But no one paid him heed. This sort of thing was so common in Olen that it could be overlooked. People owned slaves, though it had to be legally binding.
And even then, they suffered such treatment. Their rights were minimal.
After a few minutes of slowly riding, they finally made it to the gate where the guards stood. They came up to the carriage, Seer showed them her guild card, and immediately the man stepped back and bowed.
"Welcome, adventurer," he said. She nodded and kept riding. The man didn’t even bat an eye at Rowan at the back or even try to collect documents to verify he was legally her slave.
"Is it normally that easy?" Jake asked.