Chapter 32: Yanta Part I

The strange humanoid dog appeared through the main gate. It was a hot and hominid summer day, but he was dressed in a black neck-laced gambeson with small iron spikes on the side of his vambrace, over the gambeson he had a large woolen cloak that hung past his ankles. He was a strange sight. His sword was strapped on his back with a large decorated belt. Almost everybody was armed with a sword in town, but nobody carried it on their back. He was a different type.

He walked down the cobblestone road. He turned his large shaggy head, sniffed the air. The air was polluted with town smells. Everything was strange to him, and yet, he continued down the muddy road. His eyes looked in every direction. The street was crowed; he had a trouble of finding his way. He walked. His face remained the same, without emotions. The dog swiftly moved through the groups of people that stood or walked at their own pace. He didn’t stop nor did he look at the curious faces that followed his every s