Levelling Up The Weakest System

The Lion, The Beastkin and The Wardrobe

The area of the city that Lyla’s map directed Alexei seemed to be one that was much less travelled by the majority of the population.

The buildings became more tightly packed together and the riverway that he and Neave were following began to smell progressively worse and worse.

He’d heard rumours, back when he lived in the Academy, that there had been a part of the city that had been dedicated to beastkin.

At the time it had seemed absurd.

Why would they need a whole section of the city just for beastkin? It wasn’t like they weren’t people, even if there were elements of the beast about them.

But that was a naive view clearly held by someone who had come from out in the countryside.

While Alexei had known that beastkin tended to get the short end of the stick when it came to respect in society, he hadn’t quite known how bad it was.

Not until he’d seen the slave traders' tent, anyway.

He pulled Neave close as they walked through the shadowy side streets.

While he didn’