Simon and Pier arrived in Arnish. The city was a spiderweb of winding residential streets sprawling out from a towering lord’s castle. Situated in rugged terrain near the Holy Federation’s border, the fief was small, and its buildings were old. Still, Simon felt a strange sense of affection for the place. I knew it. I prefer towns like this over big cities. Of all the cities he had seen, this one most resembled his hometown, Leshill. [I’m! So! Claustrophobic! Damn it!] Pier’s voice boomed from within the armor, punctuated by the clanking and rattling of metal with every movement.