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Haevir Tarr is like Pontis Maari, I imagine.

It's late and there is street lighting, but it's sparse and we don't see any residents as we head towards the Belven fortress in the center.

There are guards patrolling the streets in pairs, talking quietly, holding torches.

We avoided them by going down one alley or another.

We avoid the lights. We blend into the shadows.

Miguel always goes ahead, but he forced me to hold the edge of his cape to make sure I was right behind. Yes, I'm right behind, almost stepping on your boots.

Here in the city it's not as cold as it is out in the forest, but it's also not at all warm or welcoming, at least for me.

I notice that in some streets there are braziers burning, and I notice that the houses are more beautiful and colorful. Near the poorest and simplest houses there are no braziers, nor much light, so we chose to go this way. The guards are also there a little. We only see one pair. This is how we identify the rich and poor parts of Haevir Tarr, a