Board Thread:Random RP/@comment-26444332-20170731031801/@comment-26444332-20170915074247

The group, meanwhile, has reached the city: and Slade's excursion has already informed him to the fact that it is a dark, dismal place, built of wood and poor stone, lit by fitful yellow lanterns. The roads are dusty tracks in winter, frozen mud in winter: since the autumn is drawing on, it is simply mud at this point. Noise, raucous laughter, and drunken carousing spill out on the streets from open tavern doors.

After they separate from the merchants, Azarias turns up his collar and motions for them to stick close to him. 'I would advise those of you who are young to stay with myself or Slade, for now. We'll be heading for the mage's lodgings in the northern quarter, and I'd appreciate it if we didn't get into trouble on the way there.'