Setting foot in to what the two merchant leaders of their own caravans had called a village was less impressive than what Gil had expected at all. In all honesty, he would call this barely a camping place. There was little to no building and nothing revolving around actual protection.
"You have to be kidding me. This is what you both called a village with a market alley for you both to take over? This is mud and mess everywhere." He even looked at the carriages, some had broken wheels left to just sit since the merchants who owned them expected to be able to stay here and make a living forever.
If this was to continue it would become a slum of fighting and regrettable actions with people unable to leave from here to get through the wilderness. Without anyone to properly govern it, there would just be anarchy and crime. Gil wanted to use a fire elemental arrow and burn away this place but he stopped himself.
