Board Thread:Middle Earth Roleplays/@comment-26184570-20151221043712/@comment-26863727-20160131045523

The man heads through the city, ignoring the greetings he receives on a regular basis. At one point he was stopped by an annoyingly persistent merchant of an avian species he couldn't place, but a few credits(apparently they accepted just about every currency there) for a citrus fruit, and he was on his way. He never had to stop for directions. He could feel he was going the right way.