A rebuilt city and a new problem!
Please note that the Gorean Saga is a fictional series, and its world, customs, and values may not align with modern societal standards or moral principles. This story is based off Chat logs and CHAT GPT was used to make it into this. Gor is Copyrighted by John Norman Morning light drifted slowly over the stone streets, catching on shutters and hanging signs, warming the edges of the city as it stirred awake. The market district breathed in the new day with the mingled scents of baking bread, sweet fruit, and damp cobblestones still holding the memory of night air. Merchants lifted their awnings, servants hurried with baskets, and the low murmur of greetings wove itself into the gentle clatter of carts and footsteps. It was the kind of morning that felt ordinary and reassuring, the sort that promised routine rather than disruption. The bakery near the corner was already alive with motion. Golden loaves lined the counter, their crusts crackling softly as they cooled. Trays of pas...