"Stay in a straight line, done blame me if you lose a hand standing here" A city official said moving down a long line inside the city walls.
Even now, the horded was getting more vicious outside with the battle field painted in blood and mush. However, the stark opposite was the case inside the city.
It felt like nothing was happening as the denizens went around their own businesses.
Unfortunately for the outsiders this wasn't the case.
"Means of identitfication and gate fee" a lady seemingly in her thirties said stretching her palm out.
The horde was no excuse to ease the immigration process. They wouldn't accept nobodies not now, nor even when the city was ablaze.
"Here"
A metallic card was placed on the wooden desk infront of the line and passed forward followed by a bag of coins.
The official behind the desk quickly grabbed both and scrutinized the bag of coins first.
