Chapter 262: Guildmaster PrejudiceOur armored escort walked briskly through the city, not giving us much time to take in the sights. Just like Sanco, the Esenhem capital of Artiria was meticulously clean. There was a greater grandeur to the buildings as well, but the architecture still mirrored the other elven city with its graceful curvature and lack of sharp angles on all the structures. Dark, glossy wood panels adorned the roofs of most buildings.A number of the buildings also extended high into the sky, competing with four hearth trees that I guessed marked the corners of the city. These hearth trees, however, could not compete with the grandeur of the one in Caelora. Perhaps these trees were younger, or their growth had been controlled.Maveith still received his fair share of stares, but they were more in passing than intense study. I guessed this was since he was not as unique here. Elves dominated the streets, but humans, halflings, dwarves, and even the occasional orc and catkin walked among them. I tried not to gawk, but still, my head could not help turning to watch the unfamiliar races pass. Two local city guards escorted a large reptilian man matching Maveith in height. These city guards had off-yellow uniforms, differing from the pea-green uniforms in Sanco. Each of the elven cities was ruled by a Regent and maintained its own martial force.From what I had learned about Esenhem customs, the long-lived soldiers and guards were trained individually, not as a unit. This meant they did poorly when forming large armies, which put them at a disadvantage against organized armies like the Telhians.“Are there any goliaths in the city?” Maveith’s deep voice asked our escort.“There is a delegation in the Court of Regents. Maybe four goliaths if I recall. I have (...)