Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-25828117-20191209000634/@comment-25828117-20191210163506

"We will be on our way come next morning." Lysilde informed. She herself seemed quite saddened by the state of the city. It was to be expected that zealotry of evil would be matched by the zealotry of 'good'. Or a specific interpretation of good anyways.

The buildings on the main street were all rather thin and build next to each other, emphasizing height. What made them stand out was the universal design of the gables, half timbered with an 'x' shape in the middle and a small spire on the spine of the roof above. The spire seemed to detail the trade of the shop on the ground floor for every one of them. scales for general traders, boots for cobblers, and so on. On these flat front walls the plaster was usually whitewashed, its hue determined by how long ago it had been since it got the new coating. Along with the dark wood that was used as timber these houses evoked the colors used in the old city banner, before the addition of the dragon.

Kvatch had little left of old Imperial architecture. Most of the city had been redesigned from the ground up after its utter obliteration during the Oblivion Crisis many centuries ago.

Helian noticed an inn called: The Winemaker's Worry. An odd name with an even odder sign outside detailing a man being positively trashed by a woman brandishing a rolling pin. It seemed like a small beacon of levity in a sea of unease.

"Perhaps we can spend the night there." the lad pointed, sure that nobody had probably seen it since they did not possess his superior sight.