Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5518614-20150701044851/@comment-5518614-20150707021600

Alador1666 wrote: Moonunitiv wrote: "Hey, we never talked about this Ok!" the innkeeper called as the knight walked out.

The streets were rather empty. An oxen driven cart trundled by, and the driver almost did a double take when he saw Randall, but resigned himself to just accepting that ''these sure are strange times where living in. ''

(incase you haven't noticed, people wearing full plate armour are a strange sight in this part of town...) Randell continued, eying the man on the cart from the corner of his eyes. He knew he was attracting quite some attention, although he wasn't sneaky or stealthy enough to hide his presence accordingly.

He guessed he just had to face the consequences.

After all, it could come in handy.. As Randall continued down the street, he noticed many of the buildings had metal bars on their windows, but yet they obviously were not owned by people rich enough to install such protection, as the state of them was otherwise ramshackle.

At the end of the street a  faded sign hanging from above a gate read 'Heatlands, safest place in the empire, anything you need is here!'

The heartlands 'community' consisted of an inn, a brothel, a few stores and a dedicated motel, something not easily found anywhere else. To the left of the gate stood a smaller walkway gate, leading to an alley behind the inn.