Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5543592-20151108001053/@comment-5543592-20151108020649

Danric, now inside the wall, was in the sparse lowlands of the city. Here, unshoveled ash froliced about frely between houses, neighborhoods, and shanty towns. He'd come in through the Southwest Gate, so to the west was the Bazaar, the sprawling shopping distract of the city, and directly to his north was the inner city known for it's smelters and tightly packed serf housing. It was there he would probably find a large amount of inns. Of course, he couldn't expect any of them to be very classy.

A young boy in tattered clothes, half-starved, and with a mean look slowly approached the blind man. Obviously, the urchin assumed such a fellow was easy to rob, being unseeing and all.