The road to becoming an adventurer

Chapter 10 : A Royal Meeting

A few days later, The duo departed setting their sights on the Capital. After three days of traveling the towering gates of Blackcrest loomed on the horizon. The vast walls, crafted from dark stone and reinforced with iron, rose high above the surrounding landscape, their imposing presence a testament to the city's strength and grandeur. Fredric's eyes widened in awe as they approached, the enormity of the city overwhelming him.

"Blackcrest," Arina said, a hint of a smile on her lips. "The largest city in the human lands and the home of your king."

Fredric could barely contain his amazement. "It's incredible," he breathed. "I've never seen anything like it."

Arina nodded, her expression turning serious. "We'll need to gain special permission from the king if we want passage to Hoknath, the land of the Orcs. This permission is usually granted only to specific diplomats and merchants."

Fredric glanced down at his travel-worn clothes and realized what she was implying. "I suppose I'm not exactly dressed for a meeting with the king."

Arina chuckled softly. "No, you're not. And neither am I. We'll need to find proper attire before we make our request."

As they neared the gates, the bustling activity of the city became evident. Merchants peddled their wares, travelers and townsfolk alike moved in and out of the gates, and guards stood watch, their eyes scanning the crowd for any signs of trouble. The air was filled with the sounds of commerce and conversation, the city alive with energy.

Arina led Fredric through the gates, navigating the throngs of people with ease. Fredric struggled to keep up, his eyes darting around to take in the sights and sounds of the grand city. The streets were lined with shops and stalls, each one filled with goods ranging from exotic spices to finely crafted weapons. The architecture was a blend of old and new, with ancient stone buildings standing alongside more modern constructions.

"We'll need to find a tailor," Arina said, scanning the crowd. "There should be one nearby."

Fredric nodded, his mind racing with thoughts of the impending meeting with the king. He couldn't help but feel a sense of excitement and trepidation at the prospect. As they moved deeper into the city, the grandeur of Blackcrest became even more apparent. The streets widened, and the buildings grew taller and more ornate. Statues and fountains adorned the squares, and banners bearing the king's emblem fluttered in the breeze.

Finally, they arrived at a tailor's shop. The sign above the door depicted a pair of golden shears, and the window displayed an array of finely tailored garments. Arina pushed open the door, and they stepped inside.

The interior was filled with bolts of fabric and half-finished garments. A middle-aged man with a measuring tape draped around his neck approached them, his eyes lighting up with professional interest.

"Welcome," he said, bowing slightly. "How can I assist you today?"

Arina gestured to herself and Fredric. "We both need suitable attire for an audience with the king. Can you help us?"

The tailor's eyes widened slightly, but he nodded. "Of course. Please, step this way."

Fredric followed the tailor to a fitting area, feeling a bit out of his element. The tailor began taking his measurements, muttering to himself as he assessed Fredric's build.

"We'll need something dignified but not too ostentatious," Arina said, watching the tailor work. "He's a traveler, not a noble."

The tailor nodded. "I have just the thing in mind. It will take a few hours to prepare, but I can have it ready by this evening."