Kneel before Zong.
How can you not love a town called Zong? Especially when its most-significant landmark is the remains of a fortress that was once allegedly covered in silk.
I might’ve opted to place the fort a hundred kilometers down the road in Shitkharv, but to each their own.
In any case, here are a few photos from my meander down the road to Zong and back to Langar, where I decided to linger a little longer. Note that I have no photos here of the fortress, because it’s a pile of rubble. So it’s the Langaris and Zongoloids instead. As you may notice, moustaches and red clothing on children are both quite popular.